Hip. I'm glad you let me know I have such beauty; If that will get me women, they shall have it As far as ere 'twill go: I'll never want them.
Ferd. Then, since you have refused this act of friendship, Provide yourself a sword, for we must fight.
Hip. A sword! what's that?
Ferd. Why such a thing as this.
Hip. What should I do with it?
Ferd. You must stand thus, And push against me, while I push at you, 'Till one of us fall dead.
Hip. This is brave sport: But we have no swords growing in our world.
Ferd. What shall we do then to decide our quarrel?
Hip. We'll take the sword by turns, and fight with it.
Ferd. Strange ignorance! [Aside.]—You must defend your life, And so must I. But since you have no sword, Take this: [Gives him his sword.] For in a corner of my cave I found a rusty one; perhaps 'twas his, Who keeps me pris'ner here: That I will fit: When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight.