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ACT I SCENE IIThe same. A public place.
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords.
First LordSir, 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
CLOTENIf my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
Second LordAside No faith; not so much as his patience.
First LordHurt him! his body’s a passable carcass, if he be
not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Second LordAside His steel was in debt; it went
o’ the backside the town.
CLOTENThe villain would not stand me. 10
Second LordAside No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
First LordStand you! You have land enough of your own: but
he added to your having; gave you some ground.
Second LordAside As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
CLOTENI would they had not come between us.
Second LordAside So would I; till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.
CLOTENAnd that she should love this fellow and refuse me! 15
Second LordAside If it be a sin to make a true election,
she is damned.
First LordSir, 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 LordAside She shines not upon fools, lest
the reflection should hurt her. 20
CLOTENCome, I’ll to my chamber. Would there had been some
hurt done!
Second LordAside I wish not so; unless it had
been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
CLOTENYou’ll go with us?
First LordI’ll attend your lordship. 25
CLOTENNay, come, let’s go together.
Second LordWell, my lord.

Cymbeline, Act 1, Scene 3