The Same. A Public Place. |
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Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. |
First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. |
Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] No faith; not so much as his patience. |
First Lord. Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt; it is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt. |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town. |
Clo. The villain would not stand me. |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] No; but he fied forward still, toward your face. |
First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground. |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! |
Clo. I would they had not come between us. |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] So would I till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. |
Clo. And that she should love this fellow and refuse me! |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. |
First Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together; she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit. |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. |
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done! |
Sec. Lord. [Aside.] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. |
Clo. You'll go with us? |
First Lord. I'll attend your lordship. |
Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. |
Sec. Lord. Well, my lord. [Exeunt. |
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