IOL. And not to share the sturdy battle with my friends!
SERV. One can not see a wound from an inactive hand.
IOL. But what, can not I too strike through a shield?
SERV. You might strike, but you yourself would fall first.
IOL. No one of the enemy will dare to behold me.
SERV. You have not, my good friend, the strength which once you had.
IOL. But I will fight with them who will not be the fewer in numbers.
SERV. You add but a slight weight to your friends.
IOL. Do not detain me who am prepared to act.
SERV. You are not able to do any thing, but you may perhaps be to advise.