And sober-blooded; tuned with exercise
Which ever to ennoble this frail form
I have used. Single, I knew myself his match.
You needed not have toucht him.
Theodora. You needed not have toucht him.He was a soldier.
Ostyn.Rather for that I scorned him.
Theodora. Ostyn.Rather for that I scorned him.I fear’d for you.
Ostyn.Did I not wound him ere you toucht his arm?
I saw it in his eye he dreaded me—