Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth
Clo. eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee alow the
Clo. winde.
Par. Par.
Par. Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir: I spake
Par. but by a Metaphor.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stinke, I will stop
Clo. my nose, or against any mans Metaphor. Prethe get thee
Clo. further.
Clo. Par.
Clo. All's Well that Ends Well.
Par. Pray you sir deliuer me this paper.
Clo. Foh, prethee stand away: a paper from fortunes
Clo. close‑stoole, to giue to a Nobleman. Looke heere he
Clo. comes himselfe.
Clo. Enter Lafew.