CLOWN.
O madam, yonder’s my lord your son with a patch of velvet on’s face; whether there be a scar under’t or no, the velvet knows; but ’tis a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
LAFEW.
A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so belike is that.
CLOWN.
But it is your carbonado’d face.
LAFEW.
Let us go see your son, I pray you. I long to talk with the young noble soldier.
CLOWN.
Faith, there’s a dozen of ’em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Marseilles. A street.
Enter Helena, Widow and Diana with two Attendants.
HELENA.
But this exceeding posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low. We cannot help it.
But since you have made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
Be bold you do so grow in my requital
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;—