As you too would have done in a like case,
Accosted him at once.

CLO.
Ay, but this sword?

ROS.
I flung it toward him.

CLO.
Well, and why?

ROS.
And why? But to revenge himself on those who thus
Injuriously misuse him.

CLO.
So--so--so!
'Tis well such resolution wants a beard
And, I suppose, is never to attain one.
Well, I must take you both, you and your sword,
Prisoners.

FIFE. (offering a cudgel).
Pray take mine, and welcome, sir;
I'm sure I gave it to that mule of mine
To mighty little purpose.

ROS.
Mine you have;