I'll have no more pity of his age than I
would of--I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
[Re-enter LAFEU]
LAFEU Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news
for you: you have a new mistress.
PAROLLES I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good
lord: whom I serve above is my master.
LAFEU Who? God?
PAROLLES Ay, sir.
LAFEU The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine
honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat
thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
PAROLLES This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
LAFEU Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
and honourable personages than the commission of your
birth and virtue gives you heraldry.
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