I do pity his
distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to
your lordship.
[Exit]
PAROLLES My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
scratched.
LAFEU And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too 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 quart d'ecu for
you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
I am for other business.
PAROLLES I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
LAFEU You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;
save your word.
PAROLLES My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
LAFEU You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!
give me your hand. How does your drum?
PAROLLES O my good lord, you were the first that found me!
LAFEU 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.
LAFEU Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once
both the office of God and the devil? One brings
thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
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