| [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 | [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. |
| Second Lord | [Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town. |
| CLOTEN | The villain would not stand me. |
| Second Lord | [Aside] 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 | [Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! |
| CLOTEN | I would they had not come between us. |
| Second 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! |
| Second Lord | [Aside] 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 | [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! |
| Second 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? |
| First Lord | I'll attend your lordship. |
| CLOTEN | Nay, come, let's go together. |
| Second Lord | Well, my lord. |
| [Exeunt] |