And. I think I did.
Bal. This sword shall lash you for it.
And. Alas!
War knows I am too proud a scholar grown
Now to be lashed with steel; had I not known
My strength and courage, it had been easy then
To have me borne upon the backs of men.
But now I’m sorry, prince, you come too late;
That were proud steel, i’ faith, that should do that.
Bal. I can hold no longer!