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Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr’d:
King. Art thou so confident? Within what space
The greatest grace lending grace,
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
Tax of impudence, -
speak; His powerful sound, within an organ weak:
. And what impossibility would slay
In common sense, sense saves another way.
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
King. Make thy demand.
But will you make it even?
King. Here is my hand; the premises obsery'd,
From whence thou cam'st, how tended on,-But
ROUSILLON. A ROOM IN THE COUNTESS'S PALACE.
Enter Countess and Clown. Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught: I know my business is but to the court.
Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court: but, for me, I have an answer will serve all men.
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shroye-tuesday, a morris for may-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't: Ask me, if I am a courtier; it shall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could :- I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I
pray you, sir, are you a courtier? Clo. O Lord, sir,
—There's a simple putting off;—more, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that
Clo. O Lord, sir,— Thick, thick, spare not me.
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
Clo. O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
Count. You were lately whipp'd, sir, I think.
Count. Do you cry, O Lord, sir, at your whipping, and spare not me? Indeed, your O Lord, sir, is very sequent to your whipping; you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in myO Lord, sir: I see, things may serve long, but not
Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool.
Clo. O Lord, sir,—Why, there't serves well again.
Clo. Not much commendation to them.
Count. Not much employment for you: You understand me:
Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my legs. Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally.
A ROOM IN THE KING'S PALACE.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. Laf. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and