Menelaus
Methinks this archer hath a captain’s pride.
Teucer
Aye, as the master of no vulgar art.
Menelaus
How wouldst thou strut, promoted to a shield!
Teucer
Without a shield I were a match for thee
In panoply.
Menelaus
How valorous with thy tongue!
Teucer
He can be bold who hath his quarrel just.
Menelaus
Justice quotha, to exalt my murderer?
Teucer
Murdered, and yet thou livest! that is strange!
Menelaus
Heaven saved me; in intention I was slain.
Teucer
If the gods saved thee, sin not ’gainst the gods.
Menelaus
I! could I e’er abuse the laws of Heaven?
Teucer
Yea, if thou com’st to stop the burial.