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 through-fare 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