1 Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the2 violence of action hath made you reek as a3 sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:4 there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
5 If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
Aside6 No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
7 Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be8 not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Aside9 His steel was in debt; it went o' the10 backside the town.
11 The villain would not stand me.
Aside12 No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
13 Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but14 he added to your having; gave you some ground.
Aside15 As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
16 I would they had not come between us.
Aside17 So would I, till you had measured how long18 a fool you were upon the ground.
19 And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
Aside20 If it be a sin to make a true election, she21 is damned.
22 Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain23 go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen24 small reflection of her wit.
Aside25 She shines not upon fools, lest the26 reflection should hurt her.
27 Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some28 hurt done!
Aside29 I wish not so; unless it had been the fall30 of an ass, which is no great hurt.
31 You'll go with us?
32 I'll attend your lordship.
33 Nay, come, let's go together.
34 Well, my lord.