The same. A public place.
[Enter CLOTEN and two Lords]
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
not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
CLOTEN The villain would not stand me.
Second Lord [Aside] His steel was in debt;
it went o’ the backside the town.
First Lord Stand you! You have land enough of your own:
but he added to your having; gave you some ground.
CLOTEN I would they had not come between us.
And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
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 [Aside] 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!
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