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S C E N E II.
Enter Clown and Parolles. Par. Good Mr. 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, fir, muddy'd in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but Nuttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speak’st of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prythee, ' allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, fir ; I spake but by a metaphor.
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prythee, get thee further.
Par. Pray you, fir, deliver me this paper.
Clo. Foh! prythee, 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, fir, 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 muddy'd withal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decay'd, ingenious, foolish, rafcally
muddy'd in fortune's moat, ]—fortune's mood under the frowns of fortune. i allow the wind. 1-stand to windward of me. k pur of fortune's, ]-kitten-puss.
knave. I do pity his distress in 'my similies of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
[Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'd.
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you play'd 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 me.
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
Laf. Out upon thee, knave! doft 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. [Sound trumpets.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further 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.
my fimilies of comfort, -those comfortable epithets which I have just bestowed upon him (ironically)-in my smiles.
m one word eben.)- Parolles-words.
S CE NE III. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, Lords, Attend
King. We loft a jewel of her; and our esteem
Count. 'Tis paft, my liege :
King. My honour'd lady,
Laf. This I must say, -
King. Praising what is lost,
ther ;We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
n our effeem]-our own dignity suffered through Bertram's misconduct. • Her estimation home. ]—The full extent of her worth. p blade. 9 richef]-most discerning.
All' repetition : Let him not ask our pardon; .
Gent. I shall, my liege.
King. I am not 'a day of season,
Ber. My " high-repented blames,
King. All is whole;
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first
' repetition:]—recollection of what is paft.
• A stranger, no offender ;]~As though I was unacquainted with his guilt. ' a day of seafon, ]-made up altogether of fair weather. bigh-repented ]-deeply, fincerely.
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue :
King. Well excus'd:
Our old love waking cries to see what's done,
Count. Which better than the first, О dear heaven bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my houfe's name Must be digested, give a favour from you,
w warp'd the line of every other favour : )-distorted the features of every other face,
* Scorn'd a fair colour, or express’d. it ftol'n ;]—Taught me to treat disdainfully, or ascribe to art, the faireft complexions.
T Our own.