Gay. Thou sayest false!
Though didst thou need a proof thou speakest true,
I'd give thee one. Thou seest but one lord here,
And I see two!

Wal. Reflect'st thou on my shape?
Thou art a villain!

Gay. [Starting up.] Ha!

Wal. A coward, too!
Draw!

[Drawing his sword.]

Gay. Only mark him! how he struts about!
How laughs his straight sword at his noble back.

Wal. Does it? It cuffs thee for a liar then!

[Strikes GAYLOVE with his sword.]

Gay. A blow!

Wal. Another, lest you doubt the first!

Gay. His blood on his own head! I'm for you, sir!

[Draws.]