More than Pelides' heel; why, then, be cautious,

And know thyself a mortal still.

Arn.‍And who

With aught of soul would combat if he were

Invulnerable? That were pretty sport.

Think'st thou I beat for hares when lions roar?

[Arnold rushes into the combat.

Cæs. A precious sample of humanity!

Well, his blood's up; and, if a little's shed,

'Twill serve to curb his fever.