SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] So would I, till you had measur’d 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 damn’d.
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.