[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Britain. Before Cymbeline’s palace.
Enter Cloten and the two Lords.
CLOTEN.
Was there ever man had such luck! When I kiss’d the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on’t; and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.
FIRST LORD.
What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.
SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out.
CLOTEN.
When a gentleman is dispos’d to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?
SECOND LORD.
No, my lord; [Aside.] nor crop the ears of them.
CLOTEN.
Whoreson dog! I gave him satisfaction. Would he had been one of my rank!