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1 Sold. Acordo linta.

Come on, thou art grauted space.

[Exit, with PAKOLLES guarded. 1 Lord. Go, tell the count Rousillon, and my brother,

We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled,

Till we do hear from them.

SCENE II.-Florence.-A Room in the
WIDOW'S House.

2 Sold. Captain, I will.

1 Lord. He will betray us all unto our Against your vain assault.

Ber. Here, take my ring:

selves;Inform 'em that.

My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine,
And I'll be bid by thee.

2 Sold. So I will, Sir.

1 Lord. Till then, I'll keep him dark, and
safely lock'd.

Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my
chamber window;

I'll order take, my mother shall not hear,
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong; and you shall know


Ber. They told me, that your name

Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddess;

And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You are no maiden, but a monument:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and stern;
And now you should be as your mother was,
When your sweet self was got.

Dia. She then was honest.

Ber. So should you be.

Dia. No:

My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more of that!


Bequeathed down from many ancestors:
Which were the greatest obloquy i'the world
In me to lose.

Dia. Mine honour's such a ring:
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i'the world
In me to lose: Thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion honour on my part,

I pr'ythee, do not strive against my vows : ⚫
I was compelled to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for


Do thee all rights of service.

Dia. Ay, so you serve us,

Till we serve you: but when you have our


You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
And mock us with our bareness.

Ber. Change it, change it;

Be not so holy cruel: love is holy;

Are words, and poor conditions; but unseal'd;
At least, in my opinion.

When back again this ring shall be deliver'd :
And on your finger, in the night, I'll put
Another ring; that, what in time proceeds,
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu till then: then, fail not: You have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
Ber. A heaven on earth I have won, by woo-
ing thee.
Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven
and me!

You may so in the end.-—

My mother told me just how he would woo,
As if she sat in his heart; she says, all men
Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me,
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with

him, When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,

Ber. How have I sworn?

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the letter?

But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true,
What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the Highest to witness: Then, pray
you, tell me,

If I should swear by Jove's great attributes,
I lov'd you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
When I did love you ill? this has no holding,
To swear by him whom I protest to love,
That I will work against him: Therefore, your


Marry that will, I'll live and die a maid:
Only, in this disguise, I think't no sin
To cozen him, that would unjustly win.

But give thyself unto my sick desires,
Who then recover: say, thou art mine, and ever
My love, as it begins, shall so perséver.

Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such

affairs, That we'll forsake ourselves.


me that Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no


To give it from me.

Dia. Will you not, my lord?
Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,

SCENE III.-The Florentine Camp. Enter the two French LORDS, and two or three Soldiers.

1 Lord. You have not given him his mother's

2 Lord. I have delivered it an hour since: there is something in't that stings bis nature; for, on the reading it, he changed almost into another man.

2 Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you.

1 Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis deud, and I am the grave of it.

2 Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste re

And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts,


That you do charge men with: Stand no more nown; and this night he fleshes his wit in the spoil of her honour: he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.


1 Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, for shaking off so good a wife, aud so sweet a lady.

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1 Lord. Now, God delay our rebellion; as we are ourselves, what things are we!

2 Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself. +

1 Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night?

• Crafty, deceitful.

41. Betrays his own secrets in his own talk. Here, as elsewhere, used adverbially.

2 Lord. Not till after midnight; for he is f Ber. I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to bear of it hereafter; But shall we

dieted to bis hour.

1 Lord. That approaches apace: I would have this dialogue between the fool and the gladly have him see his company anatomised; soldier ?-Come, bring forth this counterfeit that he might take a measure of his own module; he has deceiv'd me, like a doublejudgi..ents, wherein so curiously he had set meaning prophesier. this counterfeit.

2 Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other.

2 Lord. Bring him forth: [Exeunt SOLDIERS.] he has sat in the stocks all night, poor gallant knave.

1 Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?

2 Lord. I hear, there is an overture of peace. 1 Lord. Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.

2 Lord. What will count Rousillon do then? will be travel higher, or return again into France?

1 Lord. I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether of his council.

2 Lord. Let it be forbid, Sir! so should I be a great deal of his act.

I Lord. Sir, his wife, some two months since, fled from his house; her pretence is a pilgrim. age to Saint Jaques le grand; which boly undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished: and, there residing, the tenderuess of her nature became as a prey to her grief: in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.

2 Lord. How is this justified?

1 Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters; which makes her story true, even to the point of her death: her death itself, which could not be her office to say, is come, was faithfully confirmed by the rector of the place.

2 Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence? 1 Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity.

2 Lord. I am heartily sorry, that he'll be glad

of this.

1 Lord. How mightily, sometimes, we make us comforts of our losses!

2 Lord. And how mightily, some other times, we drown our gain in tears! The great dignity, that his valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be encountered with a shame as


i Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.

Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs + so long. How does be carry himself?

1 Lord. I have told your lordship already; the stocks carry bim. But, to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps, like a wench that bad shed her milk: he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar from the time of his remembrance, to this very instant disaster of his setting i'the stocks: And what think you he hath confessed?

2 Lord. They shall be no more than needful there, if they were more than they can commend.

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Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to


1 Sold. Shall I set down your answer so? Par. Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.

What a past-saving

Ber. All's one to him. slave is this!

Enter a SERVANT. How now? Where's your master?

1 Lord. You are deceived, my lord; this is monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist, (that was bis own phrase,) that had the whole the

Serv. He met the duke in the street, Sir, of ric of war in the knot of his scarf, and the whom he bath taken a soleain leave; his lord-practice in the chape of his dagger. ship will next morning for France. The duke 2 Lord. I will never trust a man again, for hath offered him letters of commendations to keeping his sword clean; nor believe be ca

the king.

have every thing in him, by wearing bis ap parel neatly.

1 Sold. Well, that's set down.

Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said,I will say true,-or thereabouts, set dowa, for I'll speak truth.


1 Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now. How now, my lord, is't not after midnight?

Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I have couge'd with the duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my lady mother, I am returning; entertained ny convoy; and, between these main parcels of despatch, ef- Par. By my troth, Sir, if I were to live th

Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say. 1 Sold. Well, that's set down. Par. I humbly thank you, Sir: a truth's truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.

1 Sold. Demand of him, of what strengt they are a-foot. What say you to that?

fected many nicer needs; the last was the present hour, I will tell true. greatest, but that I bave not ended yet.

Let me se

2 Lord. If the business be of any difficulty,

and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship.

• For companion.

1 Lord. He's very near the truth in this. Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature be delivers it.

Corambus so many, Jaques so many; Guilia,
Spurio a hundred and fifty, Sebastian so na

• Model.

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The point of the scabbard

off his spar

* Theory.

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Ber. He shall be whipped through the army. with this rhyme in his forehead.

2 Lord. This is your devoted friend, Sir, the manifold linguist, and the armipotent soldier. Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me.

1 Sold. I perceive, Sir, by the general's looks, we shall be fain to hang you.

Par. My life, Sir, in any case; not that I am afraid to die; but that, my ffences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature: let me live, Sir, in dungeon, i'the stocks, or any where, so I may live.

1 Sold. Well, that's set down. You shall demand of him, whether one captain Dumain be i'the camp, a Frenchman; what his repu- 1 Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you tation is with the duke, what his valour, ho-confess freely; therefore once more to this capnesty, and expertness in wars; or whether tain Dumain: You have answered to his repuhe thinks, it were not possible, with well-tation with the duke, and to his valour: What weighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a is his honesty? revolt! What say you to this? what do you know of it?

Par. He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister; for rapes and ravishments be parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, Sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is

Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred
fifty each mine own company, Chitopher, Vau
moud, Bentii, two hundred and fifty each: so
that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my
life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; balf
of which dare not shake the suow from off their
cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
Ber. What shall be done to him?

1 Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks.
Demand of him my conditions, and what cre-
dit I have with the duke.

Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of the intergatories: Demand them

singly. 1 Sold. Do you know this captain Domain? Par. I know him: he was a botcher's pren-his best virtue; for he will be swine-drunk; andtice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for in his sleep he does little harm, save to getting the sheriff's fool with child; a dumb his bed-clothes about him; but they know his innocent, that could not say him, nay. conditions, and lay him in straw. I have hut [DUMAIN lifts up his hand in anger.little more to say, Sir, of his honesty: he has Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your bands: every thing that an honest man should not have, though I know, his brains are forfeit to the next what an honest man should have he has nothing. tile that falls. 1 Lord. I begin to love him for this.

1 Sold. Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?

Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 1 Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon.

1 Sold. What is his reputation with the duke? Par. The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine; and wit to me this other day, to turn him out o'the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.

1 Sold. Marry, we'll search.

Par. In good sadness, I do not know; it is there, or it is upon a file, with the other letters, in my tent.

1 Sold. Here 'tis ; here's a paper? Shall I read it to you?

Par. I do not know, if it be it, or no.
Ber. Our interpreter does it well.

either duke's

1 Lord. Excellently.

1 Sold. Dian. The count's a fool, and full
of gold,-

Par. That is not the duke's letter, Sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one count Ronsillon, a foolish idle boy, but, for all that very ruttish: I pray you, Sir, pat it up again.

1 Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour. Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid: for I knew the young count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy; who is a whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds.

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Ber. For this description of thine honesty ? A pox upon him for me, he is more and more a


1 Sold. What say you to his expertness in

war ?

Cassock then signified a horseman's loose cont Disposition and character. 1 For interrogatoAn idiot under the care of the sheriff. I A natural fool. L.e. A match well made is half make your match, therefore, but make it well. eus.


Par. Faith, Sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians,-to belie him, I will not,-and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. 1 Lord. He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity redeems him.

Ber. A pox on him! he's a cat still.

1 Sold. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt.

Par. Sir, for a quart d'ecut he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.

1 Sold. What's his brother, the other captain Dumain?

Ber. Damnable, both sides rogues!

1 Sold. When he swears oaths, bid him take to betray the Florentine ? drop gold, and take it;

2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me?
1 Sold. What's he?

Par. E'en a crow of the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed. one of the best that is: In a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.

1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you under

Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count Rousillon.

1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure.

Par. I'll no more drumming: a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I run into this danger. Yet, who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken ? [Aside.

1 Sold. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die: the general says, you, that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army,

1. e. He will steal any thing however trifling, from any place however holy.

f The Centaur killed by Hercules.

The fourth part of the smaller French crown.
To deceive the opinion.

and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.

Par. O Lord, Sir; let me live, or let me see my death!

1 Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unmuffling him. So look about you; Know you any here ? Ber. Good inorrow, noble captain.

2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. 1 Lord. God save you, noble captain. 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France.

1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rousillon? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt BERTRAM, LORDS, &c. 1 Sold. You are undone, captain: all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet.

Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot ?

1 Sold. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir; I am for Frauce too; we shall speak of you there.


Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this: Captain, I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself


Let him fear this; for it will come to pass,
That every braggart shall be found an ass.
Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and,

Parolles, live Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive I

There's place, and means, for every man alive. I'll after them.


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With what it loaths, for that which is away;
But more of this hereafter :-You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia. Let death and honesty⚫

Go with your impositions, † I am your's,
Upon your will to suffer.
Hel. Yet, I pray you,

But with the word, the time will bring on sum

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When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us:
All's well that ends well: still the fine's; the

Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd,
His grace is at Marseilles; to which place
We have convenient convoy. You must know,
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven

One of the greatest in the Christian world

Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne, 'tis do his service.



Count. I would I had not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous gentle-wom14, a that ever nature had praise for creating: if the had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love.

For mover.

Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and CLOWN. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villanous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed humble-bee 1 sprak of.

bate, When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play

+ Lascivious.

[Exeunt. SCENE V.-Rousillon.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace.

Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such another herb.

Hath brought me up to be your daughter's


Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not salad-herbe, you knave, they are nose-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grass.

Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave, or a fool?

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.

As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they

Laf. Your distinction?

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and

Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed.

Clo. And I would give his wife my baile, Sir, to do her service.

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

Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give lathee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.


Clo. At your service.

Laf. No, no, no.

Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you, I can

serve as great a prince as you are.

Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman ?

Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English name, but his phisnomy is more hotter in France, than there. Laf. What prince is there ?

Clo. The black prince, Sir; alias, the prince

of darkness; alias, the devil.

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, Sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world, let his nobility remam

in his court. I am for the house with the nar row gate, which I take to be too little for p mp to enter; some, that bumble themselves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender:

+ Commenda I. e. An honest death. tEnd. 6 there was a fashin ul ESMĘ yellow starch for bands and rules, to 5.b Lates alludes. 11. c. Rue. I Seduce.

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Gent. And you.

Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.

Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen

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and they'll be for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.

Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, Sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit.

Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss: and I was about to tell you, Since I heard of the good lady's death, and that my lord your son was upon his return home, I moved the king my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his highness hath promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it?

Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. * Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by this autho-1 rity he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.

Count. With very much content, my lord, and I wish it happily effected.

Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numbered thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed.

Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here to-night I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till they meet together. Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted.

Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege.

Latf. Lady, of that I bave made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet.

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SCENE 1-Marseilles.-A Street.
Enter HELENA, WIDOW, and DIANA, with two

3 Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and
Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it;
But, since you have made the days and nights

as one,


* To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,

As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;

Enter a gentle ASTRINGER, This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power.-God save you, Sir.

From the reports that goes upon your goodness; And therefore goaded with most sharp occasions,

Mischievously unbappy, waggish. † Scotched like a piece of meat for the gridiron. A gentleman Falconer.

Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
shall continue thankful.
Gent. What's your will?

Hel. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king; And aid me with that store of power you have, To come into his presence. Gent. The king's not here.

Hel. Not here, Sir?

Gent. Not, indeed:

He hence remov'd last night, and with more


Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains! Hel. All's well that ends well; yet; Though time seems so advérse, and means


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,
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.

Gent. This I'll do for you.

Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,

Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again ;Go, go, provide. [Exeunt. SCENE 11.-Rousillon.-The inner Court of the Countess' Palace.


Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, 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 moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I spake by a metaphor.

Clo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further.

Pur. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away: A paper from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself.

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