A public Place.
 Enter CLOTEN and 1st and 2nd LORD.

1st Lord	Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of 
	action hath make 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?

2nd Lord	[Aside.] No, faith; not so much as his patience.

1st Lord	Hurt him? His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt. 
	It is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.

2nd Lord	[Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o'th' backside the 
	town.

Cloten	The villain would not stand me.

2nd Lord	[Aside.] No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.

1st Lord	Stand you? You have land enough of your own, but he added 
	to your having; gave you some ground.

2nd Lord	[Aside.] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

Cloten	I would they had not come between us.

2nd Lord	[Aside.] 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!

2nd Lord	[Aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is 
	damned.

1st 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.

2nd 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!

2nd Lord	[Aside.] I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an 
	ass, which is no great hurt.

Cloten	You'll go with us?

1st Lord	I'll attend your lordship.

Cloten	Nay, come, let's go together.

2nd Lord	Well, my lord.
													[Exeunt.
