I seiz'd his weapon, and enjoy'd it first.
Horatio.
But first I forc'd him lay his weapons down.
King.
Let go his arm, upon our privilege—
[They let him go.
Say,[48] worthy prince, to whether didst thou yield?
Balthazar.
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.