Mar. It skils not.
Phi. Nor so virtuous.
Mar. Yes, she must be as virtuous.
Phi. I would fain—
Mar. What brother?
Phi. Strike you.
Mar. I shall not bear strokes,
Though I do these strange words.
Phi. Will you not kill me?
Mar. For what good brother?
Phi. Why, for speaking well
Of Leocadia.