1. L.

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.

Clo.

If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it—Have I hurt him?

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;No, faith; not so much as his patience.&crquo;

1. L.

Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;His steel was in debt; it went o'th' backside the town.&crquo;

Clo.

The villain would not stand me.

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.&crquo;

1. L.

Stand you! You had land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground.

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies!&crquo;

Clo.

I would, they had not come between us.

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.&crquo;

Clo.

And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.&crquo;

1. L.

Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good sign,14Q1248 but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.&crquo;

Clo.

Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!

&clquo;2. L.

&clquo;I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.&crquo;

Clo.

You'll go with us?

2. L.

I'll ^note attend your lordship.

Clo.

Nay, come, let's go together.

2. L.

Well, my lord.