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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 Rousillon； 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
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SCENE 2。 Rousillon。 The inner court of the
COUNT'S palace
Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES
PAROLLES。 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。 CLOWN。 Truly；
Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish； if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st
of。 I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's butt'ring。 Prithee； allow the
wind。 PAROLLES。 Nay； you need not to stop your nose； sir； I spake but
by a metaphor。 CLOWN。 Indeed； sir； if your metaphor stink； I will stop
my nose； or against any man's metaphor。 Prithee； get thee further。
PAROLLES。 Pray you； sir； deliver me this paper。 CLOWN。 Foh！ prithee
stand away。 A paper from Fortune's close…stool to give to a nobleman！
Look here he comes himself。
Enter LAFEU
Here is a pur of Fortune's； sir； or of Fortune's cat； but not a musk…cat；
that has fall'n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure； and； as he says；
is muddied withal。 Pray 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 PAROLLES。
My lord； I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd。 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 cardecue 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
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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 the in grace； and the other brings thee out。 ＇Trumpets sound＇ The
King's coming； I know by his trumpets。 Sirrah； inquire further after me； I
had talk of you last night。 Though you are a fool and a knave； you shall eat。
Go to； follow。 PAROLLES。 I praise God for you。 Exeunt
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SCENE 3。 Rousillon。 The COUNT'S palace
Flourish。 Enter KING； COUNTESS； LAFEU； the two FRENCH
LORDS； with ATTENDANTS
KING。 We lost a jewel of her； and our esteem Was made much poorer
by it； but your son； As mad in folly； lack'd the sense to know Her
estimation home。 COUNTESS。 'Tis past； my liege； And I beseech your
Majesty to make it Natural rebellion； done i' th' blaze of youth； When oil
and fire； too strong for reason's force； O'erbears it and burns on。 KING。
My honour'd lady； I have forgiven and forgotten all； Though my revenges
were high bent upon him And watch'd the time to shoot。 LAFEU。 This I
must say… But first； I beg my pardon： the young lord Did to his Majesty；
his mother； and his lady； Offence of mighty note； but to himself The
greatest wrong of all。 He lost a wife Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes； whose words all ears took captive； Whose dear perfection
hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress。 KING。 Praising what is
lost Makes the remembrance dear。 Well； call him hither； We are reconcil'd；
and the first view shall kill All repetition。 Let him not ask our pardon； The
nature of his great offence is dead； And deeper than oblivion do we bury
Th' incensing relics of it； let him approach； A stranger； no offender； and
inform him So 'tis our will he should。 GENTLEMAN。 I shall； my liege。
Exit GENTLEMAN KING。 What says he to your daughter？ Have you
spoke？ LAFEU。 All that he is hath reference to your Highness。 KING。
Then shall we have a match。 I have letters sent me That sets him high in
fame。
Enter BERTRAM
LAFEU。 He looks well on 't。 KING。 I am not a day of season； For
thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once。 But to the brightest
beams Distracted clouds give way； so stand thou forth； The time is fair
again。 BERTRAM。 My high…repented blames； Dear sovereign； pardon to
me。 KING。 All is whole； Not one word more of the consumed time。 Let's
take the instant by the forward top； For we are old； and on our quick'st
decrees Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect
them。 You remember The daughter of this lord？ BERTRAM。 Admiringly；
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my liege。 At first I stuck my choice upon her； ere my heart Durst make too
bold herald of my tongue； Where the impression of mine eye infixing；
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me； Which warp'd the line of
every other favour； Scorn'd a fair colour or express'd it stol'n； Extended or
contracted all proportions To a most hid