SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] To have smell’d like a fool.
CLOTEN.
I am not vex’d more at anything in th’ earth. A pox on’t! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the Queen my mother. Every jackslave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.
SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
CLOTEN.
Sayest thou?
SECOND LORD.
It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.
CLOTEN.
No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.
SECOND LORD.
Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
CLOTEN.
Why, so I say.
FIRST LORD.
Did you hear of a stranger that’s come to court tonight?
CLOTEN.
A stranger, and I not known on’t?