Or do you hold with him the scholar’s gown
Has smother’d all the native soldiery
That saucy so-call’d honour to itself
Alone mis-arrogates? You are deceived:
I am like you by birth a gentleman,
Under like obligation to the laws
Of that true honour, which my books indeed
May help distinguish from its counterfeit,
But, older as I am, have yet not chill’d
From catching fire at any just affront—