Act I, Scene 2

The same. A public place.

[Enter CLOTEN and two Lords]

• First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the 235
  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.

• 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. 240

• 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. 245

• 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. 250

• 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!

• Second Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she
  is damned. 255

• 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. 260

• 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? 265

• First Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

• Cloten. Nay, come, let's go together.

• Second Lord. Well, my lord.

[Exeunt]