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Laf. What prince is that?
Clo. The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil.
Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse. I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.
Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a good fire. But, sure," he is the prince of the world, let his nobility remain in his court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter : some, that humble themselves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender; and they'll be for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.
Laf. Go thy ways; I begin to be a-weary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks. .
Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
[Exit. Laf. A shrewd knave and an unhappy.?
Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.
Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss: and I was about to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death, and that my lord, your son, was upon his return home, I moved the king, my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose. His highness hath promised me to do it; and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived
1 Steevens thinks, with Sir T. Hanmer, that we should read since. 2 i. e. mischievously waggish, unlucky, 3 No pace, i. e. no prescribed course; he has the unbridled liberty of
against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it?
Count. With very much content, my lord, and I wish it happily effected.
Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numbered thirty; he 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 cre I die. I have letters that my son will be here tonight: I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till they meet together.
Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what ma I might safely be admitted.
Count. You need but plead your honorable privilege.
Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet.
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 '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.
Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honor; so, belike, is that.
Cio. 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.
1 Carbonadoed is 6 slashed over the face in a manner that fetcheth the flesh with it,” metaphorically from a carbonado or collop of meat.
SCENE I. Marseilles. A Street.
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DiANA, with two Attend
ants. Hel. 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. In happy time;
Enter a gentle Astringer.
Gent. And you.
Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
What's your will ?
Gent. The king's not here.
Not here, sir?
Not, indeed :
1 i. e. a gentleman falconer, called in Juliana Barnes's Book of Huntyng, &c. Ostreger. The term is applied particularly to those that keep goshawks.
He hence removed last night, and with more haste
Lord, how we lose our pains !
Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon ;
I do beseech you, sir,
This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thanked, Whate'er falls more. -We must to horse again ;Go, go, provide.
Rousillon. The inner Court of the
Enter Clown and PAROLLES.
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 strong as thou speakest of: I will hence
1 i. e. “ they will follow with such speed as the means which they have will give them ability to exert.”
2 Perhaps a corruption of La Vache.
3 Warburton changed mood, the reading of the old copy, to moat, and was followed and defended by Steevens; but the emendation appears unnecessary. Fortune's mood is several times used by Shakspeare for the whimsical caprice of fortune.
forth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prythee, allow the wind.1
Par. Nay, you need not 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 further. Par. Pray you, sir, 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, 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 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.
Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis 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 honor 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.3-Cog' my passion! give me your hand.--How does your drum?
1 i. e. stand to the leeward of me.
2 Warburton says we should read, "similes of comfort,” such as calling him fortune's cat, carp, &c.
3 A quibble is intended on the word Parolles, which, in French, signifies words.