1    Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
2    violence of action hath made you reek as a
3    sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
4    there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

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

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6     No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

7    Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
8    not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.

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9     His steel was in debt; it went o' the
10   backside the town.

11   The villain would not stand me.

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12    No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

13   Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
14   he added to your having; gave you some ground.

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15    As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

16   I would they had not come between us.

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17    So would I, till you had measured how long
18   a fool you were upon the ground.

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

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20    If it be a sin to make a true election, she
21   is damned.

22   Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
23   go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
24   small reflection of her wit.

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25    She shines not upon fools, lest the
26   reflection should hurt her.

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

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

31   You'll go with us?

32   I'll attend your lordship.

33   Nay, come, let's go together.

34   Well, my lord.