_Count._ I would I had not known him; it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating. If she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have 10 owed her a more rooted love. _Laf._ 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb. _Clo._ Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or rather, the herb of grace. 15 _Laf._ They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs. _Clo._ I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass. _Laf._ Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool? 20 _Clo._ A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's. _Laf._ Your distinction? _Clo._ I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service. _Laf._ So you were a knave at his service, indeed. 25 _Clo._ And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service. _Laf._ I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. _Clo._ At your service. 30 _Laf._ No, no, no. _Clo._ Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. _Laf._ Who's that? a Frenchman? _Clo._ Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy 35 is more hotter in France than there. _Laf._ What prince is that? _Clo._ The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil. _Laf._ Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this to 40 suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still. _Clo._ I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain in's court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, 45 which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire. _Laf._ Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and 50 I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks. _Clo._ If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature. 55 [_Exit._ _Laf._ A shrewd knave and an unhappy. _Count._ So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will. 60