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Act I. Scene II.

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 reck
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 fled 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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