Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numbered thirty: a' will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. Count. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till they meet together. Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted. Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. Re-enter Clown. Clo. O, madam! yonder 's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 't is a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is a check of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so, belike, is that. Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble soldier. Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I-Marseilles. A Street. Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, This man may help me to his majesty's ear, Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen I shall continue thankful. Gent. What's your will? Hel. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have, To come into his presence. Gent. The king's not here. Hel. SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the COUNTESS'S Palace. Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, ill-favoured.2 Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir: I spake but by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee farther. Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh! pr'ythee, stand away: a paper from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat) that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied [Giving it to him. withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [Exit Clown. Not here, sir? Gent. Not, indeed He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste Than is his use. Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains! Hel. Gent. [Exeunt. 1 a gentle Astringer : in f. e. 2 This word is not added in f. e. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 't is too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you. Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha 't; save your word. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word, then.-Cox' my passion! give me your hand.--How does your drum? Par. O, my good lord! you were the first that found [thee. Laf. Was 1, in sooth ? and I was the first that lost me. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some | Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time grace, for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming; I know by his trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire farther after me: I had talk of you last night. Though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, Lords, King. We lost a jewel of her, and our esteem As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know King. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. - Well, call We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember Ber. My liege, at first Admiringly. I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart To a most hideous object. Thence it came, King. Well excus'd: That thou didst love her strikes some scores away To the great sender turns a sore2 offence, Laf. Which better than the first, O, dear heaven, Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease". Hers it was not. him That she may quickly come.-By my old beard, Gent. Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high Laf. I am sure I saw her wear it. I could not answer in that course of honour 1 blade: in f. e. 2 sour in f. e. 3 This and the next line are erased by the MS. emendator of the folio, 1632. 4 f. e. assign this and the next line to the Countess. 5 Old copies cesse. 6 ere I in f. e. Plutus himself, King. Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour, If you shall prove King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. King. [Reads.] "Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower: his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, O king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPILET." Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll3 him for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. Now, justice on the doers! King. I wonder, sir, for, wives are monsters to you, 4 My suit, as I do understand, you know, King. Come hither, county. Do you know these Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; That she which marries you must marry me; Laf. [To BERTRAM.] Your reputation comes too short for my daughter: you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with. Let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Dia. Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What say'st thou to her ? She's impudent, my lord; Count. He blushes, and 't is his.o Methought, you said, He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, She hath that ring of yours. Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capilet: 1 An allusion to the Alchemists. 2 Enter a Gentleman: in f. e. 3 A "toll" was paid for the privilege of selling a horse at a fair. 4 This word is inserted in place of "sir," in Lord F. Egerton's MS. annotated folio, 1623. 5 Not in f. e. 6 count in f. e. 8 Old copies hit (the old form of it). 9 insuit coming in f. e. 7 Not in f. e. |