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Clo. Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes
himself.
Enter Lafeu.
[Here] is a [purr] of fortune's, sir, [or of] fortune's cat,—but not
a [musk-cat],—that [has] fallen into the unclean 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,