[ACT III., SCENE I.]
Enter Bravo and Boy.
Bravo. Boy, how sits my rapier?
Boy. Close, sir, like a friend that means[323] to stick to you.
Bravo. He that will purchase honour and the name of Bravo must, by consequence, be a brave fellow—his title requires it.
Boy. But pray, sir, were you never put to the worst in your days?
Bravo. Who, I worsted? No, boy; I do manage my rapier with as much readiness and facility as an unicorn does his antler.
Boy. Sure, you must needs be very strong then.
Bravo. Not so neither; 'tis courage in me. I do it by a sleight, an activity, and by that I can control any man's point whatsoever.
Boy. Is it possible?