| ACT II SCENE II | Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. | |
| | Enter COUNTESS and Clown | |
| COUNTESS | Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of | |
| | your breeding. | |
| Clown | I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I | |
| | know my business is but to the court. | 5 |
| COUNTESS | To the court! why, what place make you special, | |
| | when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court! | |
| Clown | 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, | 10 |
| | 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. | |
| COUNTESS | Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all | 15 |
| | questions. | |
| Clown | It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks, | |
| | the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn | |
| | buttock, or any buttock. | |
| COUNTESS | Will your answer serve fit to all questions? | 20 |
| Clown | As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, | |
| | as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's | |
| | rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove | |
| | Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his | |
| | hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen | 25 |
| | to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the | |
| | friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin. | |
| COUNTESS | Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all | |
| | questions? | |
| Clown | From below your duke to beneath your constable, it | 30 |
| | will fit any question. | |
| COUNTESS | It must be an answer of most monstrous size that | |
| | must fit all demands. | |
| Clown | But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned | |
| | should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that | 35 |
| | belongs to't. Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall | |
| | do you no harm to learn. | |
| COUNTESS | 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? | 40 |
| Clown | O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More, | |
| | more, a hundred of them. | |
| COUNTESS | Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. | |
| Clown | O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me. | |
| COUNTESS | I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. | 45 |
| Clown | O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you. | |
| COUNTESS | You were lately whipped, sir, as I think. | |
| Clown | O Lord, sir! spare not me. | |
| COUNTESS | Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and | |
| | 'spare not me?' Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very | 50 |
| | sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well | |
| | to a whipping, if you were but bound to't. | |
| Clown | I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord, | |
| | sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever. | |
| COUNTESS | I play the noble housewife with the time | 55 |
| | To entertain't so merrily with a fool. | |
| Clown | O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again. | |
| COUNTESS | An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this, | |
| | And urge her to a present answer back: | |
| | Commend me to my kinsmen and my son: | 60 |
| | This is not much. | |
| Clown | Not much commendation to them. | |
| COUNTESS | Not much employment for you: you understand me? | |
| Clown | Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs. | |
| COUNTESS | Haste you again. | 65 |
| | Exeunt severally | |