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

You'll go with us?

First Lord

I'll attend your lordship.

CLOTEN

Nay, come, let's go together.

Second Lord

Well, my lord.

Exeunt