LAFEW.
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.
LAFEW.
You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha’t; save your word.
PAROLLES.
My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
LAFEW.
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.
LAFEW.
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.
LAFEW.
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.]