Or drag him by the curls to a foul death,
Cursed as his life.
Spir. Alas! good venturous youth,
[I love thy courage yet], and bold emprise; 610
But here thy sword [can do thee little stead].
Far other arms and other weapons must
Be those that quell the might of hellish charms.
He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints,
And crumble all thy sinews.
Eld. Bro. Why, prithee, Shepherd, 615