Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur
Bertram, to Parolles
Is there any unkindness
between my lord and you, monsieur?
I know not how I have deserved to run into
my lord’s displeasure.
There can be no kernel in this light nut;
the soul of this man is his clothes.
You have made shift to run into ’t, boots and
spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard;
and out of it you’ll run again rather than suffer
question for your residence.
It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
And shall do so ever, though I took him at ’s
prayers. Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of
me: MetaphorThere can be no kernel in this light nut; The
soul of this man is in his clothes. Trust him not in
matter of heavy consequence. I have kept of them
tame and know their natures.—Farewell, monsieur.
I have spoken better of you than you have or
will to deserve at my hand, but we must do good
against evil. He exits.
An idle lord, I swear.
I think not so.
Why, do you not know him?
Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Gives him a worthy pass.