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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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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 wholsom as That you vent.

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Clot.

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

2 Lord.

No, faith: Not so much as his patience.

[Aside.

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.

2 Lord.

His steel was in debt, it went o' th'backside the town.

[Aside.

Clot.

The villain would not stand me.

2 Lord.

No, but he fled forward still, towards your face.

[Aside.

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. 6 note
She's a good Shine, 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.

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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.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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