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 vex'd more at anything 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.