San. And so am I.
Carl. If you stay a little longer, I'll stretch your bones, till you are as strait as an arrow.
San. Do not provoke me; I am mischievously bent.
Carl. Nay, you are bent enough in conscience; but I have a bent fist for boxing.
San. And I have a strait foot for kicking. [They come up to each other.
Lop. Here will be bloodshed immediately.—Hold, noblemen both; will ye be content that I should examine ye, and then stand to my award which is the true Conde?
San. Well, to save Christian blood, I will.
Carl. And, to save Jewish blood,—that is your blood, sirrah,—I am contented too.
Lop. [To Carlos.] What command had you, my lord, in the last battle?
Carl. I had none; I was a volunteer, and charged with honourable Colonel Carlos in the fight.