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Enter Clotten, and two Lords.

1. Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Violence 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 throughfare 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 Well my Lord.

Exeunt.