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son will be here tonight. I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till
they meet together.

LAFEW
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted. [85]

COUNTESS
You need but plead your honourable privilege.

LAFEW
Lady, of that I have made a bold charter, but, I thank my God, it holds yet.

Enter Clown.

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 [90] 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.

[95]

CLOWN
But it is your carbonadoed 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 [100] and nod at every man.

Exeunt.