LOR. This hand first took his courser by the reins.
HOR. But first my lance did put him from his horse.
LOR. I seiz'd the weapon and enjoy'd it first.
HOR. But first I forc'd him lay his weapons down.
KING. Let go his arm, upon my privilege!
Let him go.
Say, worthy prince: to whether didst thou yield?
BALT. To him in courtesy; to this perforce;
He spake me fair, this other gave me strokes;
He promis'd life, this other threaten'd death;
He won my love, this other conquer'd me;
And, truth to say, I yield myself to both.
HIERO. But that I know your Grace is just and wise,
And might seem partial in this difference,
Enforc'd by nature and by law of arms,
My tongue should plead for young Horatio's right.
He hunted well that was a lion's death,
Not he that in a garment wore his skin;
So hares may pull dead lions by the beard.
KING. Content thee, marshall; thou shalt have no wrong,
And for thy sake thy son shall want to right.
Will both abide the censure of my doom?