Osw. Not that I fear do I decline this combat;
And not decline it neither, but defer:
When Emmeline has been my prize as long
As she was thine, I dare thee to the duel.
Arth. I named your utmost term of life,—to-morrow.
Osw. You are not fate.
Arth. But fate is in this arm.
You might have made a merit of your theft.
Osw. Ha! theft! your guards can tell I stole her not.
Arth. Had I been present,—