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| SCENE II. The same. A public place. |
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Enter CLOTEN and two Lords
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| First Lord |
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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.
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| CLOTEN |
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5 If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
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| Second Lord |
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(Aside)
No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
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| First Lord |
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Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
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| Second Lord |
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(Aside)
His steel was in debt; it went o' the
10 backside the town.
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| CLOTEN |
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The villain would not stand me.
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| Second Lord |
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(Aside)
No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
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| First Lord |
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Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
he added to your having; gave you some ground.
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| Second Lord |
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15 (Aside)
As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
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| CLOTEN |
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I would they had not come between us.
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| Second Lord |
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(Aside)
So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.
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| CLOTEN |
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And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
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| Second Lord |
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20 (Aside)
If it be a sin to make a true election, she
is damned.
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| First Lord |
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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.
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| Second Lord |
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25 (Aside)
She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.
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| CLOTEN |
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Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
hurt done!
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| Second Lord |
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(Aside)
I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
30 of an ass, which is no great hurt.
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| CLOTEN |
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You'll go with us?
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| First Lord |
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I'll attend your lordship.
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| CLOTEN |
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Nay, come, let's go together.
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| Second Lord |
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Well, my lord.
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Exeunt
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