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Thou put'st a gross affront upon the worth Of all thy warlike deeds; for thou from them Claim'st not the privilege to save thyself From needless dangers. On the walls this day Thou hast exposed thyself like a raw stripling, Who is asham'd to turn one step aside When the first darts are whizzing past his ear. Rodrigo there, beneath an ass's pannier Would save his head from the o'er-passing blow, Then, like a lion issuing from his den, Burst from his shelter with redoubled ardour. Pray thee put greater honour on thyself, And I will thank thee for it.

I stand reproved.

I'm glad thou dost.—Now to our social rites! No tir'd banditti in their nightly cave, Whose goblets sparkle to the ruddy gleam Of blazing faggots, eat their jolly meal With toils, and dangers, and uncertainty Of what to-morrow brings, more keenly season'd Than we do ours.—Spare not, I pray thee, Heugho, Thy gen'rous Tuscan cup: I have good friends Who prize its flavour much. (As he turns to go with his friends to the bottom of the stage, where a curtain between the pillars being