Cymbeline by William Shakespeare

Act 1 - Scene 2

The same. A public place.

First Lord : Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the [p]violence of action
hath made you reek as a [p]sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes
in: [p]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 [p]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 [p]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 [p]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 [p]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 [p]is damned.

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

Second Lord : [Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the [p]reflection should hurt
her.

Cloten : Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some [p]hurt done!

Second Lord : [Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall [p]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.

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