FERROVIUS.
(picking up a sword) I’ll die sword in hand to show people that I could fight if it were my Master’s will, and that I could kill the man who kills me if I chose.
THE EDITOR.
Put on that armor.
FERROVIUS.
No armor.
THE EDITOR.
(bullying him) Do what you’re told. Put on that armor.
FERROVIUS.
(gripping the sword and looking dangerous) I said, No armor.
THE EDITOR.
And what am I to say when I am accused of sending a naked man in to fight my men in armor?
FERROVIUS.
Say your prayers, brother; and have no fear of the princes of this world.
THE EDITOR.
Tsha! You obstinate fool! (He bites his lips irresolutely, not knowing exactly what to do).
ANDROCLES.
(to Ferrovius) Farewell, brother, till we meet in the sweet by-and-by.
THE EDITOR.
(to Androcles) You are going too. Take a sword there; and put on any armor you can find to fit you.