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Enter
FOOL and
PAROLLES.
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Enter
FOOL and
PAROLLES.
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PAROLLES
holding out a paper
Good Monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafew this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes. But I am 5
now, sir, muddied in Fortune’s mood, and smellsomewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
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PAROLLES
holding out a paper
Good Monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafew this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes. But I am 5
now, sir, muddied in Fortune’s mood, and smellsomewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
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FOOL
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 butt’ring. Prithee, 10
allow the wind. |
FOOL
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 butt’ring. Prithee, 10
allow the wind. |
PAROLLES
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I spake but by a metaphor.
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PAROLLES
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I spake but by a metaphor.
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FOOL
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my nose, or against any man’s metaphor. Prithee, get 15
thee further. |
FOOL
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my nose, or against any man’s metaphor. Prithee, get 15
thee further. |
PAROLLES
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
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PAROLLES
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
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FOOL
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
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FOOL
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
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Enter
LAFEW.
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Enter
LAFEW.
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Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of 20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not amusk-cat—that has fall’n 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, 25
rascally knave. I do pity his distress in mysmiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
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Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of 20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not amusk-cat—that has fall’n 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, 25
rascally knave. I do pity his distress in mysmiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
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LAFEW
exits.
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LAFEW
exits.
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PAROLLES
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.
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PAROLLES
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.
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LAFEW
And what would you have me to do? ’Tis too 30
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have youplayed 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make 35
you and Fortune friends. I am for other business. |
LAFEW
And what would you have me to do? ’Tis too 30
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have youplayed 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make 35
you and Fortune friends. I am for other business. |
PAROLLES
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single word.
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PAROLLES
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single word.
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LAFEW
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha ’t. Save your word.
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LAFEW
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha ’t. Save your word.
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PAROLLES
40
My name, my good lord, is Parolles. |
PAROLLES
40
My name, my good lord, is Parolles. |
LAFEW
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
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LAFEW
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
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PAROLLES
O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
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PAROLLES
O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
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LAFEW
45
Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lostthee.
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LAFEW
45
Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lostthee.
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PAROLLES
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
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PAROLLES
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
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LAFEW
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me 50
at once both the office of God and the devil? Onebrings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
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LAFEW
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me 50
at once both the office of God and the devil? Onebrings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
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Trumpets sound.
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Trumpets sound.
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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 55
and a knave, you shall eat. Go to, follow. |
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 55
and a knave, you shall eat. Go to, follow. |
PAROLLES
I praise God for you.
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PAROLLES
I praise God for you.
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They exit.
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They exit.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
Enter
FOOL and
PAROLLES.
|
Enter
FOOL and
PAROLLES.
|
PAROLLES
holding out a paper
Good Monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafew this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes. But I am 5
now, sir, muddied in Fortune’s mood, and smellsomewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
|
PAROLLES
holding out a paper
Good Monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafew this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes. But I am 5
now, sir, muddied in Fortune’s mood, and smellsomewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
|
FOOL
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 butt’ring. Prithee, 10
allow the wind. |
FOOL
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 butt’ring. Prithee, 10
allow the wind. |
PAROLLES
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I spake but by a metaphor.
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PAROLLES
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I spake but by a metaphor.
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FOOL
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my nose, or against any man’s metaphor. Prithee, get 15
thee further. |
FOOL
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my nose, or against any man’s metaphor. Prithee, get 15
thee further. |
PAROLLES
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
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PAROLLES
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
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FOOL
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
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FOOL
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
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Enter
LAFEW.
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Enter
LAFEW.
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Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of 20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not amusk-cat—that has fall’n 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, 25
rascally knave. I do pity his distress in mysmiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
|
Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of 20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not amusk-cat—that has fall’n 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, 25
rascally knave. I do pity his distress in mysmiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
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LAFEW
exits.
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LAFEW
exits.
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PAROLLES
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.
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PAROLLES
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.
|
LAFEW
And what would you have me to do? ’Tis too 30
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have youplayed 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make 35
you and Fortune friends. I am for other business. |
LAFEW
And what would you have me to do? ’Tis too 30
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have youplayed 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make 35
you and Fortune friends. I am for other business. |
PAROLLES
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single word.
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PAROLLES
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single word.
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LAFEW
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha ’t. Save your word.
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LAFEW
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha ’t. Save your word.
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PAROLLES
40
My name, my good lord, is Parolles. |
PAROLLES
40
My name, my good lord, is Parolles. |
LAFEW
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
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LAFEW
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
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PAROLLES
O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
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PAROLLES
O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
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LAFEW
45
Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lostthee.
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LAFEW
45
Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lostthee.
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PAROLLES
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
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PAROLLES
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
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LAFEW
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me 50
at once both the office of God and the devil? Onebrings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
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LAFEW
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me 50
at once both the office of God and the devil? Onebrings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
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Trumpets sound.
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Trumpets sound.
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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 55
and a knave, you shall eat. Go to, follow. |
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 55
and a knave, you shall eat. Go to, follow. |
PAROLLES
I praise God for you.
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PAROLLES
I praise God for you.
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They exit.
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They exit.
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