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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 smell
somewhat 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 smell
somewhat 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.
PAROLLES  
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I
spake but by a metaphor.
FOOL  
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my
nose, or against any man’s metaphor. Prithee, get
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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.
PAROLLES  
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
FOOL  
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s
close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
FOOL  
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s
close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
Enter LAFEW.
Enter LAFEW.
Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of
20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not a
musk-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 my
smiles 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 a
musk-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 my
smiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
LAFEW exits.
LAFEW exits.
PAROLLES  
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath
cruelly scratched.
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 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make
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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 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 cardecu for you. Let the justices make
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you and Fortune friends. I am for other business.
PAROLLES  
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single
   word.
PAROLLES  
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single
   word.
LAFEW  
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall
ha ’t. Save your word.
LAFEW  
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall
ha ’t. Save your word.
PAROLLES  
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My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
PAROLLES  
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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?
LAFEW  
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my
passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
PAROLLES  
O my good lord, you were the first that
found me.
PAROLLES  
O my good lord, you were the first that
found me.
LAFEW  
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Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lost
thee.
LAFEW  
45
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.
PAROLLES  
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some
grace, for you did bring me out.
LAFEW  
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me
50
at once both the office of God and the devil? One
brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
LAFEW  
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me
50
at once both the office of God and the devil? One
brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
Trumpets sound.
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
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.
PAROLLES  
I praise God for you.
They exit.
They exit.

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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 smell
somewhat 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 smell
somewhat 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.
PAROLLES  
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I
spake but by a metaphor.
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.
PAROLLES  
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
FOOL  
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s
close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
FOOL  
Foh! Prithee, stand away. A paper from Fortune’s
close-stool, to give to a nobleman!
Enter LAFEW.
Enter LAFEW.
Look, here he comes himself.—Here is a purr of
20
Fortune’s, sir, or of Fortune’s cat—but not a
musk-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 my
smiles 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 a
musk-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 my
smiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.
LAFEW exits.
LAFEW exits.
PAROLLES  
My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath
cruelly scratched.
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 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 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 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 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.
PAROLLES  
I beseech your Honor to hear me one single
   word.
LAFEW  
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall
ha ’t. Save your word.
LAFEW  
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall
ha ’t. Save your word.
PAROLLES  
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My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
PAROLLES  
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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?
LAFEW  
You beg more than a word, then. Cock’s my
passion; give me your hand. How does your drum?
PAROLLES  
O my good lord, you were the first that
found me.
PAROLLES  
O my good lord, you were the first that
found me.
LAFEW  
45
Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lost
thee.
LAFEW  
45
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.
PAROLLES  
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some
grace, for you did bring me out.
LAFEW  
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me
50
at once both the office of God and the devil? One
brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
LAFEW  
Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me
50
at once both the office of God and the devil? One
brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.
Trumpets sound.
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
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.
PAROLLES  
I praise God for you.
They exit.
They exit.

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