Gons. I come to see if any manly virtue Can dwell with falsehood: Draw, thou'st injured me.
Man. You say already I have done you wrong, And yet would have me right you by a greater.
Gons. Poor abject thing!
Man. Who doubts another's courage
Wants it himself; but I, who know my own,
Will not receive a law from you to fight,
Or to forbear: for then I grant your courage
To master mine, when I am forced to do
What of myself I would not.
Gons. Your reason?
Man. You saved my life.
Gons. I'll quit that debt, to be
In a capacity of forcing you
To keep your promise with me; for I come
To learn, your sister is not yet disposed.
Man. I've lost all privilege to defend my life;
And, if you take it now, 'tis no new conquest;
Like fish, first taken in a river, then
Bestowed in ponds to catch a second time.
Gons. Mark but how partially you plead your
cause,
Pretending breach of honour if you fight,
Yet think it none to violate your word.
Man. I cannot give my sister to a robber.