Orl. No, no, thou shalt not be hurt,—nor thee.
Back, soldiers; look where the enemy is.
Tom. Captain, they have a woman amongst them.
Orl. And what of that?
Tom. Why, strike you down the men, and then let me alone to thrust in the woman.
Orl. No, I am challengèd the single fight.—
Sirrah, is't you challenge me the combat?
Brand. Frantic companion, lunatic and wood,[157]
Get thee hence, or else I vow by heaven,
Thy madness shall not privilege thy life.
Orl. I tell thee, villain, Medor wrong'd me so,
Sith thou art come his champion to the field,
I'll learn thee know I am the Palatine.
Alarum: they fight; Orlando kills Brandimart; and all the rest fly, except Angelica and Orgalio.
Org. Look, my lord, here's one killed.
Orl. Who killed him?
Org. You, my lord, I think.