Cymbeline, King of Britain
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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
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.
- 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.
- 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!
- Second Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she
- 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.
- Cloten. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
- 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.
- Cloten. Nay, come, let's go together.
- Second Lord. Well, my lord.