Than measure swords with you!
Chrys.You craven hound!
Zor. Craven yourself!
Chrys. (furiously). I am, but you don’t know it,
You musical impostor!
Zor.Ha, what’s that?
I can stand much abuse and never flinch,
But when you twit me with my ignorance
Of musical expressions, blood alone
(Unless we’re interrupted) can extract