Nor fired, but twice, a pistol in my life.
Sp. Oh, never mind, ’twon’t come to fighting—
Only some verbal small requiting;
Or give your card—we’ll do’t by writing.
He’ll not stick to it. Soldiers too
Are cowards, just like me or you.
What! not a single word to throw at
This snarling dog of a d——d Croat?
Di. My heavens! why should I care? he does not hurt me.
If he is wrong, it is the worst for him.