_Gent._ This I'll do for you. 35 _Hel._ And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [_Exeunt._ LINENOTES: Marseilles. A street.] Capell. The Court of France. Pope. [3] _you have_] _you've_ Pope. [6] Enter a Gentleman.] Rowe. Enter a gentle Astringer. F1. Enter a gentle Astranger. F2. Enter a Gentleman a stranger. F3 F4. [16] _virtues_] _virtue_ S. Walker conj. [29] _I do_] _I_ Hanmer. [35] _make us means._] _make us._ Anon. conj. [36-38] Printed as prose in Ff. First as verse by Pope. SCENE II. _Rousillon._ _Before the_ COUNT'S _palace_. _Enter_ Clown, _and_ PAROLLES, _following_. _Par._ Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu 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. 5 _Clo._ Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the wind. _Par._ Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor. 10 _Clo._ Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further. _Par._ Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. _Clo._ Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's 15 close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. _Enter_ LAFEU. Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: pray 20 you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to your lordship. [_Exit._ _Par._ My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly 25 scratched. _Laf._ 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 30 long under her? There's a quart d'écu for you: let the justices make you and fortune friends: I am for other business. _Par._ I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. 35 _Laf._ You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word. _Par._ My name, my good lord, is Parolles.