Is there no gentleman amongst you all
To prick this prating fellow from our way?
Maffio [drawing his sword]
Ay! that will I.
Lord Justice
Count Maffio, have a care,
And you, sir. [To Jeppo.]
The first man who draws his sword
Upon the meanest officer of this Court,
Dies before nightfall.
Duchess
Sirs, put up your swords:
It is most meet that I should hear this man.
[Goes back to throne.]
Moranzone
Now hast thou got thy enemy in thy hand.