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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.

GENTLEMAN
This I’ll do for you. [35]

HELENA
And you shall find yourself to be well thanked,
Whate’er falls more. We must to horse again.
Go, go, provide.

Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter the Clown and Parolles.

PAROLLES
Good Master Lavatch, give my Lord Lafew 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 mood, and smell somewhat strong of
her strong displeasure. [5]

CLOWN
Truly, Fortune’s displeasure is but sluttish if it smell so strongly as thou
speakest of. I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune’s buttering. Printhee,

allow the wind.

PAROLLES
Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I [10] spake but by a metaphor.

CLOWN
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink I will stop my nose, or against any man’s
metaphor. Prithee, get thee further.