This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.

_Hel._ Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. 10

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_Hel._ I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to 15 The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful.

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_Hel._ That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have 20 To come into his presence.

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_Gent._ Not, indeed: He hence removed last night and with more haste Than is his use.

_Hel._ ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL yet, 25 Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

_Gent._ Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; Whither I am going.

_Hel._ I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, 30 Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thank your pains for it. I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means.

_Hel._ And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [_Exeunt._

Marseilles. A street.] Capell. The Court of France. Pope.

[6] Enter a Gentleman.] Rowe. Enter a gentle Astringer. F1. Enter a gentle Astranger. F2. Enter a Gentleman a stranger. F3 F4.

[35] _make us means._] _make us._ Anon. conj.

[36-38] Printed as prose in Ff. First as verse by Pope.

SCENE II. _Rousillon._ _Before the_ COUNT'S _palace_.

_Enter_ Clown, _and_ PAROLLES, _following_.

_Par._ Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. 5

_Clo._ Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the wind.

_Par._ Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor. 10

_Clo._ Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further.