Ul. (aside). This should be he.
Ach. (aside).My arm writhes at the touch.
Ul. There is a hunter, with his game, a lion,
Inlaid upon it: and on the other side
Two men that fight to death.
Ach.’Tis light in the hand.
Deid. (to Ach.). Canst thou imagine any use for this?
Ach. (to Deid.). Not when thy father dies?
Ul.Ladies, have care.
For if the sword should wound you, I were blamed.