Count. Yes.
Don Rodrigo. Let us speak [in] low [tones]; listen. Dost thou know that this old man was the very [essence of] virtue, valor, and honor in his time? Dost thou know it?
Count. Perhaps so.
Don Rodrigo. This fire which I carry in mine eyes, knowest thou that this is his blood? Dost thou know it?
Count. What matters it to me?
Don Rodrigo. Four paces hence I shall cause thee to know it.
Count. Presumptuous youth!
Don Rodrigo. Speak without exciting thyself. I am young, it is true; but in souls nobly born valor does not depend upon age [lit. wait for the number of years].
Count. To measure thyself with me! Who [or, what] has rendered thee so presumptuous—thou, whom men have never seen with a sword [lit. arms] in thine hand?
Don Rodrigo. Men like me do not cause themselves to be known at a second trial, and they wish [to perform] masterly strokes for their first attempt.