SCENE IV.
Enter Cloten, and two Lords.
1 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 wholsome
as that you vent.
Clot.
If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it—
Have I hurt him?
2 Lord.
No faith: not so much as his patience.
1 Lord.
Hurt him? his body's a passable carkass if he be not
hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel if it be not hurt.
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2 Lord.
His steel was in debt, it went o'th' back-side the town.
Clot.
The villain would not stand me.
2 Lord.
No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
1 Lord.
Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but
he added to your having, gave you some ground.
2 Lord.
As many inches as you have oceans, puppies!
[aside.
Clot.
I would they had not come between us.
2 Lord.
So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool
you were upon the ground.
[aside.
Clot.
And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
2 Lord.
If it be a sin to make a true election, she's damn'd.
[aside.
1 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.
2 Lord.
She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should
hurt her.
[aside.
Clot.
Come, I'll to my chamber: would there had been some
hurt done!
2 Lord.
I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass,
which is no great hurt.
[aside.
Clot.
You'll go with us?
1 Lord.
I'll attend your Lordship.
Clot.
Nay come, let's go together.
2 Lord.
Well, my lord.
[Exeunt.
George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
