CLOWN. O madam, yonder’s my lord your son with a patch of velvet on’s face; whether there be a scar under’t or no, the velvet knows; but ’tis a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. LAFEW. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so belike is that. CLOWN. But it is your carbonado’d face. LAFEW. Let us go see your son, I pray you. I long to talk with the young noble soldier. CLOWN. Faith, there’s a dozen of ’em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. Marseilles. A street. Enter Helena, Widow and Diana with two Attendants. HELENA. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low. We cannot help it. But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;— Enter a Gentleman. This man may help me to his majesty’s ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir. GENTLEMAN. And you. HELENA. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. GENTLEMAN. I have been sometimes there. HELENA. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful. GENTLEMAN. What’s your will? HELENA. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have To come into his presence. GENTLEMAN. The king’s not here. HELENA. Not here, sir? GENTLEMAN. Not indeed. He hence remov’d last night, and with more haste Than is his use. WIDOW. Lord, how we lose our pains! HELENA. All’s well that ends well yet, Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? GENTLEMAN. Marry, as I take it, to Rossillon; Whither I am going. HELENA. I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame, But rather make you thank your pains for it. I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means. GENTLEMAN. This I’ll do for you. HELENA. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, Whate’er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rossillon. The inner court of the Countess’s palace. Enter Clown and Parolles. PAROLLES. Good Monsieur Lavache, 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 now, sir, muddied in Fortune’s mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.