No More Learning

I am aware
Of nothing which might warrant thee in this thing,
Having given thee no offence. Ha! --am I right?
'Twas a mistake? --undoubtedly--we all
Do err at times.

Pol. Draw, villain, and prate no more!

Cas. Ha! --draw? --and villain? have at thee then at once,
Proud Earl! (draws. )

Pol. (drawing.
) Thus to the expiatory tomb,
Untimely sepulchre, I do devote thee
In the name of Lalage!

Cas. (letting fall his sword and recoiling to the extremity of the
stage)

Of Lalage!
Hold off--thy sacred hand! --avaunt, I say!
Avaunt--I will not fight thee--indeed I dare not.

Pol. Thou wilt not fight with me didst say, Sir Count?
Shall I be baffled thus? --now this is well;
Didst say thou darest not? Ha!

Cas. I dare not--dare not--
Hold off thy hand--with that beloved name
So fresh upon thy lips I will not fight thee--
I cannot--dare not.

Pol. Now by my halidom
I do believe thee! --coward, I do believe thee!