PAROLLES.
My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
LAFEW.
Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
PAROLLES.
I have not, my lord, deserv’d it.
LAFEW.
Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple.
PAROLLES.
Well, I shall be wiser.
LAFEW.
Ev’n as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o’ th’ contrary. If ever thou beest bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, “He is a man I know.”
PAROLLES.
My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
LAFEW.
I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal; for doing I am past, as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
[Exit.]
PAROLLES.
Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I’ll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I’ll have no more pity of his age than I would have of—I’ll beat him, and if I could but meet him again.