Hip. As ready as yourself, sir.
Ferd. You remember On what conditions we must fight? Who first Receives a wound is to submit.
Hip. Come, come, This loses time; now for the women, sir. [They fight a little, Ferdinand hurts him.
Ferd. Sir, you are wounded.
Hip. No.
Ferd. Believe your blood.
Hip. I feel no hurt, no matter for my blood.
Ferd. Remember our conditions.
Hip. I will not leave, till my sword hits you too.
[Hip. presses on, Ferd. retires and wards.
Ferd. I'm loth to kill you; you are unskilful, sir.