‘Fort,’ did he say? a German brute,
With neither heart nor brains to shoot.
Di. What does he mean? he’s wrong, I had done nothing.
’Twas a mistake—more his, I am sure, than mine.
He is quite wrong—I feel it. Come, let us go.
Sp. Go up to him!—you must, that’s flat.
Be threatened by a beast like that!
Di. He’s violent: what can I do against him?
I neither wish to be killed nor to kill:
What’s more, I never yet have touched a sword,