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 throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.
SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o’ th’ 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.