SCENE II
The same. A public place.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 passa-
ble carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare
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 fled for-
ward 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.
