Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur

Bertram, to Parolles
Is there any unkindness
between my lord and you, monsieur?
Parolles
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.

Lafew
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.
Bertram
It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
Lafew
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.
Parolles
An idle lord, I swear.
Bertram
I think not so.
Parolles
Why, do you not know him?
Bertram
Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Gives him a worthy pass.