Leon. Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well, my lord:
Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.
050 D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling,
Some of us would lie low.
Claud.
[052] Who wrongs him?
[053] Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou:—
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword:
I fear thee not.