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Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and ClownLAFEU
No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffetaCOUNTESS
fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in
his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at
this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced
by the king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
I would I had not known him; it was the death of theLAFEU
most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
praise for creating. If she had partaken of my
flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I
could not have owed her a more rooted love.
'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick aClown
thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of theLAFEU
salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.Clown
I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not muchLAFEU
skill in grass.
Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?Clown
A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.LAFEU
I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.LAFEU
So you were a knave at his service, indeed.Clown
And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.LAFEU
I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.Clown
At your service.LAFEU
No, no, no.Clown
Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve asLAFEU
great a prince as you are.
Who's that? a Frenchman?Clown
Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomyLAFEU
is more hotter in France than there.
What prince is that?Clown
The black prince, sir; alias, the prince ofLAFEU
darkness; alias, the devil.
Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not thisClown
to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of;
serve him still.
I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved aLAFEU
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's 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.
Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and IClown
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.
If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall beLAFEU
jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
A shrewd knave and an unhappy.COUNTESS
So he is. My lord that's gone made himself muchLAFEU
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.
I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about toCOUNTESS
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 against your son, there is no fitter
matter. How does your ladyship like it?
With very much content, my lord; and I wish itLAFEU
His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as ableCOUNTESS
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.
It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere ILAFEU
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.
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I mightCOUNTESS
safely be admitted.
You need but plead your honourable privilege.LAFEU
Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but IClown
thank my God it holds yet.
O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch ofLAFEU
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.
A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good liveryClown
of honour; so belike is that.
But it is your carbonadoed face.LAFEU
Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talkClown
with the young noble soldier.
Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head
and nod at every man.
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