1    Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this
2    letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to
3    you, when I have held familiarity with fresher
4    clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's
5    mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
6    displeasure.

7    Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
8    smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
9    henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
10   Prithee, allow the wind.

11   Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake
12   but by a metaphor.

13   Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
14   nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
15   thee further.

16   Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.

17   Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
18   close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
19   comes himself.
Enter LAFEU
20   Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
21   cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into the
22   unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he
23   says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
24   carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed,
25   ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
26   distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to
27   your lordship.

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

30   And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to
31   pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
32   knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
33   of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
34   thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
35   you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
36   I am for other business.

37   I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.

38   You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;
39   save your word.

40   My name, my good lord, is Parolles.

41   You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!
42   give me your hand. How does your drum?

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

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

45   It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace,
46   for you did bring me out.

47   Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once
48   both the office of God and the devil? One brings
49   thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
Trumpets sound
50   The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah,
51   inquire further after me; I had talk of you last
52   night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall
53   eat; go to, follow.

54   I praise God for you.