Ment. You have the wager, with what foul play got
I'll not dispute:
Cæsar. Foul play?
Ment. I cannot speak it
In a fairer language, and if some respects
Familiar to my self chain'd not my tongue,
I should say no more. I should, but I'll sit down,
With this disgrace; how e'er press me no farther.
For if once more provok'd, you'll understand
I dare no more suffer an Injury,
Than I dare do one.
Cæsar. Why Sir are you injur'd
In that I take my right which I would force,
Should you detain it?
Ment. Put it to judgment.
Cæsar. No; my will in this shall carry it.
Ment. Your will? nay, farewell softness then. [They suddenly draw
3. This I foresaw.
2. Hold, hold.
Cæsar. I am hurt.