Begin again.
Eth.Black curses on that thrust!
I am disabled. Ladies, bind my wound;
And if it please you still to see us fight,
We’ll fight for those bright eyes and cherry lips
Till one or both of us shall bite the dust.
Phy. Hold! call a truce till we return to earth—
Here are bright eyes enough for both of us.
Eth. I don’t know that! Well, there—till we return. (Shaking hands.)
But once again on earth, we will take up