That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
There is good level ground at Baile’s Yew-tree
Some dozen yards from here, and it’s but truth
That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
(He looks hard at the Young Man, and then steps down on to the floor of the Assembly House. He grasps the Young Man by the shoulder.)
Hither into the light.
(Turning to one of the young Kings)
That’s the very tint
Of her that I was speaking of but now: