But ere I can proceed—dare you protect me?
Dare you command me?
[Siegendorf first looks at the Hungarian, and then at Ulric, who has unbuckled his sabre, and is drawing lines with it on the floor—still in its sheath.
Ulr. (looks at his father, and says,) Let the man go on!
Gab. I am unarmed, Count, bid your son lay down
His sabre.
Ulr. (offers it to him contemptuously). Take it.
Gab.No, sir, 'tis enough
That we are both unarmed—I would not choose
To wear a steel which may be stained with more210