Cymbeline

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
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
His steel was in debt; it went on the backside the town.
 
CLOTEN
The villain would not stand me.
 
SECOND LORD
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
As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
 
CLOTEN
I would they had not come between us.
 
SECOND LORD
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
If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
 
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
She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
 
CLOTEN
Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
 
SECOND LORD
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.
 
[Exeunt]