As thus; and that with such tremendous fury,
That, smiting a steel buckler, I struck out
Such sparks from it, that, by the light of them,
Snatching up the fallen fragment of my sword,
I pieced the two together.
Fel. But the dagger
You fought with first, and lost, you say—why, Lazaro,
’Tis in your girdle.
Laz. I account for that
Easily. Look, sir, I drew it, as I said,