| ACT I 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. | 5 |
| CLOTEN | If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? | |
| Second 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 thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. | |
| Second Lord | Aside His steel was in debt; it went | |
| | o' the backside the town. | |
| CLOTEN | The villain would not stand me. | 10 |
| Second 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. | |
| Second Lord | Aside As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! | |
| CLOTEN | I would they had not come between us. | |
| Second Lord | Aside So would I; till you had measured how long | |
| | a fool you were upon the ground. | |
| CLOTEN | And that she should love this fellow and refuse me! | 15 |
| Second 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. | |
| Second Lord | Aside She shines not upon fools, lest | |
| | the reflection should hurt her. | 20 |
| CLOTEN | Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some | |
| | hurt done! | |
| Second Lord | Aside I wish not so; unless it had | |
| | been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. | |
| CLOTEN | You'll go with us? | |
| First Lord | I'll attend your lordship. | 25 |
| CLOTEN | Nay, come, let's go together. | |
| Second Lord | Well, my lord. | |
| | Exeunt | |
