Bal. Hath war made thee so impudent and young?
My sword shall give correction to thy tongue.
Jer. Correct thy rascals, prince; thou correct him!
Lug with him, boy: honours in blood best swim.
[They fight, and breathe afresh.
Bal. So young and valorous! This arm ne’er met
So strong a courage in so green a set.
Hor. If thou be’st valiant, cease these idle words,
And let revenge hang on our glittering swords,
With this proud prince, the haughty Balthezar.