Act 5 - Scene 2
Rousillon. Before the COUNT's palace.
Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, following
Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this
letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to
when I have held familiarity with fresher
clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's
mood, and smell
somewhat strong of her strong
Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
no fish of fortune's buttering.
Prithee, allow the wind.
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake
but by a metaphor.
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into the
fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he
says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
carp as you may; for
he looks like a poor, decayed,
ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
distress in my similes of
comfort and leave him to
My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to
pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
I am for other
I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
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