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	[Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, following]

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 speakest of: I will
	henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
	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 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 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
	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.

	[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]




	ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL






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