And that she should love this fellow

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.

She shines not upon fools, lest
the reflection should hurt her.

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.