Act V, Scene ii:
Rousillon. The inner court of the COUNTESS'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 buttering. Pr'ythee, 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. Pr'ythee, get thee further.

PAROLLES:

Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.

CLOWN:

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 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 similes of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.

[Exit.]

PAROLLES:

My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.

LAFEU:

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.

PAROLLES:

I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.

LAFEU:

You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't: save your

word.

PAROLLES:

My name, my good lord, is Parolles.

LAFEU:

You beg more than word then.—Cox' my passion! give me your

hand:—how does your drum?

PAROLLES:

O my good lord, you were the first that found me.

LAFEU:

Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.

PAROLLES:

It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for

you did bring me out.

LAFEU:

Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the

office of God and the devil? one brings the in grace, and the

other brings thee out.

[Trumpets sound.]

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.

PAROLLES:

I praise God for you.

[Exeunt.]