Alex. The truce being ended, I propose, my friends,
To-morrow we should storm the walls of Antioch—
What say my worthy allies?—

Boh. If any here so base and cowardly,
As to give other counsel, let him speak.—

Ray. I have known those, who foremost to advise,
Were yet the last to venture on the battle.—

Boh. What means the Count of Thoulouse?—Simply this;—

Ray.
That some men thoughtlessly sit down to eat,
Without having first obtained an appetite.—

Boh. By the Holy Sepulchre I swear,
That knight must have some stomach who maintains,
What you have just now utter’d—There lays my guage—

[Throws down his gauntlet.]

If you will wear my glove, choose with what arms
We shall decide this quarrel.—

[Raymond advances to take up the glove.]