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225[1.3]
Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt: the 228violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where 229air comes out, air comes in; there's none abroad so 230wholesome as that you vent.
If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. 232Have I hurt him?
No, faith; not so much as his patience.
Hurt him? His body's a passable carcass if he be 235not hurt. It is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.
His steel was in debt: it went o'th' backside the 237town.
The villain would not stand me.
No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
Stand you? You have land enough of your own, 241but he added to your having, gave you some ground.
As many inches as you have oceans, puppies.
I would they had not come between us.
So would I, till you had measured how long a fool 245you were upon the ground.
And that she should love this fellow, and 247refuse me!
If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain 250go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen 251small reflection of her wit.
She shines not upon fools lest the reflection 253should hurt her.
Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had 255been some hurt done!
I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an ass, 257which is no great hurt.
You'll go with us?
I'll attend your lordship.
Nay, come; let's go together.
Well, my Lord.
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