Entitles thee to wear it. But thou goest
For battle unequipp’d; ... haste there and strip
Yon villain of his armour!
Late he spake,
So fast the Moors came on. It matters not,
Replied the Goth; there’s many a mountaineer,
Who in no better armour cased this day
Than his wonted leathern gipion, will be found
In the hottest battle, yet bring off untouch’d
The unguarded life he ventures.... Taking then