Bringing the worth of twenty oxen, ay,
And bronze and iron in plenty, till thy heart
Be well appeased, that now is justly stirred.
Ul. O nay: not though thou gavest me all thy wealth,
What now thou hast, or after shouldst inherit,
Could that be thine atonement; nor the like
Of each for each, that I should stay my hands
From slaying here the wooers of my wife.
This choice ye have, to fight or fly; but flying
Or fighting I shall slay you with these arrows.