Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Cymbeline/Act 1 Scene 3

by William Shakespeare

Scena Tertia.

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Enter Clotten, and two Lords.

1.
Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Vio
lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where
ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so
wholesome as that you vent.

Clot.
If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it.
Haue I hurt him?

2
No faith: not so much as his patience.

1
Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee
not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt.

2
His Steele was in debt, it went o'th'Backe-side the Towne.

Clot.
The Villaine would not stand me.

2
No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.

1
Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.

2
As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)

Clot.
I would they had not come betweene vs.

2
So would I, till you had measur'd how long a Foole
you were vpon the ground.

Clot.
And that shee should loue this Fellow, and refuse mee.

2
If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.

1
Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine
go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene
small reflection of her wit.

2
She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection
Should hurt her.

Clot.
Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
beene some hurt done.

2
I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
which is no great hurt.

Clot.
You'l go with vs?

1
Ile attend your Lordship.

Clot.
Nay come, let's go together.

2
Exeunt.Well my Lord.

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