of her strong displeasure.
Clo. 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. Prithee, allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I
[spake] but by a metaphor.
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
nose; [or against] any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee
further.
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.