Page 829 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Enter Lafew.

LAFEW
Sirrah, your lord and master’s married, there’s news for you; you have a new
mistress.

PAROLLES
I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your
wrongs. He is my good [240] lord: whom I serve above is my master.

LAFEW
Who? God?

PAROLLES
Ay, sir.

LAFEW
The devil it is that’s thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o’this
fashion? Dost make hose of thy [245] sleeves? Do other servants so? Thou
wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were

but two hours younger I’d beat thee. Methinkst thou art a general offence and
every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe
[250] themselves upon thee.

PAROLLES
This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.

LAFEW
Go to, sir. You were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate.
You are a vagabond and no true traveller. You are more saucy with lords and

[255] honourable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue
gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word, else I’d call you knave. I
leave you.

Exit.

Enter Bertram.