I beseech your honour to heare mee one single
word,
Laf. you begge a single peny more: Come you shall
ha't, saue your word
Par. My name my good Lord is Parrolles
Laf. You begge more then word then. Cox my passion,
giue me your hand: How does your drumme?
Par. O my good Lord, you were the first that found
mee
Laf. Was I insooth? And I was the first that lost thee
Par. It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace
for you did bring me out
Laf. Out vpon thee knaue, doest thou put vpon mee
at once both the office of God and the diuel: one brings
thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. The Kings
comming I know by his Trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further
after me, I had talke of you last night, though you
are a foole and a knaue, you shall eate, go too, follow
Par. I praise God for you.
Flourish. Enter King, old Lady, Lafew, the two French Lords, with
attendants.
Kin. We lost a Iewell of her, and our esteeme
Was made much poorer by it: but your sonne,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sence to know
Her estimation home
Old La. 'Tis past my Liege,
And I beseech your Maiestie to make it
Naturall rebellion, done i'th blade of youth,
When oyle and fire, too strong for reasons force,
Ore-beares it, and burnes on
Kin.
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