Speeches (Lines) for Second Lord in "Cymbeline, King of Britain"

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

Second Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

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

Second Lord. [Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o' the
backside the town.

Cloten. The villain would not stand me.

Second Lord. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

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

Second Lord. [Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

Cloten. I would they had not come between us.

Second Lord. [Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.

Cloten. And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!

Second Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she
is damned.

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

Second Lord. [Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.

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

Second Lord. [Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
of an ass, which is no great hurt.

Cloten. Nay, come, let's go together.

Second Lord. Well, my lord.

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 disposed 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 give him satisfaction?
Would he had been one of my rank!

Second Lord. [Aside] To have smelt like a fool.

Cloten. I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;
they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my
mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of
fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that
nobody can match.

Second Lord. [Aside] You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
cock, with your comb on.

Cloten. Sayest thou?

Second Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every
companion that you give offence to.

Cloten. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
offence to my inferiors.

Second Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Cloten. A stranger, and I not know on't!

Second Lord. [Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
not.

Cloten. Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no
derogation in't?

Second Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.

Cloten. Not easily, I think.

Second Lord. [Aside] You are a fool granted; therefore your
issues, being foolish, do not derogate.

Cloten. Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost
to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.

Second Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord]
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!

Cloten. So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will
consider your music the better: if it do not, it is
a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and
calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to
boot, can never amend.

Second Lord. Here comes the king.