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your lordship to remain with me tal they meet together. |
LAFEU. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be |
admitted. |
COUNTESS. You need but plead your honourable privilege. |
LAFEU. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my |
God, it holds yet. |
Re-enter CLOWN |
CLOWN. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet |
on's face; whether there be a scar under 't or no, the velvet |
knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is a |
cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. |
LAFEU. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good liv'ry of |
honour; so belike is that. |
CLOWN. But it is your carbonado'd face. |
LAFEU. Let us go see your son, I pray you; |
I long to talk with the young noble soldier. |
CLOWN. 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 |
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ACT V. SCENE 1. |
Marseilles. A street |
Enter HELENA, WIDOW, and DIANA, with two ATTENDANTS |
HELENA. But this exceeding posting day and night |
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it. |
But since you have made the days and nights as one, |
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, |
Be bold you do so grow in my requital |
As nothing can unroot you. |
Enter a GENTLEMAN |
In happy time! |
This man may help me to his Majesty's ear, |
If he would spend his power. God save you, sir. |
GENTLEMAN. And you. |
HELENA. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. |
GENTLEMAN. I have been sometimes there. |
HELENA. I do presume, sir, that you are not fall'n |
From the report that goes upon your goodness; |
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, |
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to |
The use of your own virtues, for the which |
I shall continue thankful. |
GENTLEMAN. What's your will? |
HELENA. 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. |
GENTLEMAN. The King's not here. |
HELENA. Not here, sir? |
GENTLEMAN. Not indeed. |
He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste |
Than is his use. |
WIDOW. Lord, how we lose our pains! |
HELENA. All's Well That Ends Well yet, |
Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. |
I do beseech you, whither is he gone? |
GENTLEMAN. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; |
Whither I am going. |
HELENA. I do beseech you, sir, |
Since you are like to see the King before me, |
Commend the paper to his gracious hand; |
Which I presume shall render you no blame, |
But rather make you thank your pains for it. |
I will come after you with what good speed |
Our means will make us means. |
GENTLEMAN. This I'll do for you. |
HELENA. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, |
Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again; |
Go, go, provide. Exeunt |
ACT V SCENE 2. |
Rousillon. The inner court of the COUNT'S palace |
Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES |
PAROLLES. Good Monsieur Lavache, 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. |
CLOWN. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell |
so strongly as thou speak'st of. I will henceforth eat no fish |
of Fortune's butt'ring. Prithee, allow the wind. |
PAROLLES. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by |
a metaphor. |
CLOWN. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or |
against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further. |
PAROLLES. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. |
CLOWN. Foh! prithee 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 fall'n into the unclean fishpond of her |
displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied 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 |
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