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.

If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?

[Aside.] No, faith; not so much as his patience.

Hurt him! His body’s a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.

[Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o’ th’ backside the town.

The villain would not stand me.

[Aside.] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

Stand you? You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground.

I would they had not come between us.

[Aside.] So would I, till you had measur’d how long a fool you were upon the ground.

And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

[Aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn’d.

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.

[Aside.] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.

Come, I’ll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!

[Aside.] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.

You’ll go with us?

I’ll attend your lordship.

Nay, come, let’s go together.

Well, my lord.