Act I, Scene 2
Britain. A public place.
- Enter Cloten and two Lords.
First Lord1 - 4
- 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.
- If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
- No, faith; not so much as his patience.
First Lord7 - 8
- Hurt him? His body’s a passable carcass, if he be not hurt;
- it is a throughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
- His steel was in debt, it went o’ th’ backside the town.
- The villain would not stand me.
- No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
First Lord12 - 13
- Stand you? You have land enough of your own, but he added to
- your having, gave you some ground.
- As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
- I would they had not come between us.
Second Lord16 - 17
- So would I, till you had measur’d how long a fool you were
- upon the ground.
- And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
- If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn’d.
First Lord20 - 22
- 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 Lord23 - 24
- She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt
Cloten25 - 26
- Come, I’ll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt
Second Lord27 - 28
- I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an ass, which
- is no great hurt.
- You’ll go with us?
- I’ll attend your lordship.
- Nay, come, let’s go together.
- Well, my lord.