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.

If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?

[_Aside._] No, faith; not so much as his patience.

Hurt him! His body’s a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a

throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.

[_Aside._] His steel was in debt; it went o’ th’ backside the town.

The villain would not stand me.

[_Aside._] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

Stand you? You have land enough of your own; but he added to your

having, gave you some ground.

[_Aside._] As many inches as you have oceans.

Puppies!

I would they had not come between us.

[_Aside._] So would I, till you had measur’d how long a fool you were

upon the ground.

And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

[_Aside._] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn’d.

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.

[_Aside._] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt

her.

Come, I’ll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!

[_Aside._] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which

is no great hurt.

You’ll go with us?

I’ll attend your lordship.

Nay, come, let’s go together.

Well, my lord.