All's Well, That Ends Well

LAFEW. They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.

CLOWN. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass.

LAFEW. Whether dost thou profess thyself,—a knave or a fool?

CLOWN. A fool, sir, at a woman’s service, and a knave at a man’s.

LAFEW. Your distinction?

CLOWN. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service.

LAFEW. So you were a knave at his service indeed.

CLOWN. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.

LAFEW. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool.

CLOWN. At your service.

LAFEW. No, no, no.

CLOWN. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are.

LAFEW. Who’s that? a Frenchman?

CLOWN. Faith, sir, ’a has an English name; but his phisnomy is more hotter in France than there.

LAFEW. What prince is that?

CLOWN. The black prince, sir; alias the prince of darkness; alias the devil.