Having first tried to burn me and your sister, you have struck me in the face.

Will you make good your words, or shall I strike _you_ in the face and go my way?
Nay, keep your dogs off me! Grey Dick yonder has more arrows." Now a tumult rose, some saying one thing and some another, but all keeping an eye upon Grey Dick and his bent bow.

At last Sir Edmund Acour rode forward, and in his polished, stately way said to John: "Young sir, this merchant is in the right, and whatever his trade may be, his blood is as good as your own.

After your brave words, either you should fight him or take back the blow you gave." Then he leaned down and whispered into John's ear: "Your sword is longer than his.

Make an end of him and of all his trouble, lest men should laugh at you as an empty boaster." Now John, who was brave and needed but little urging, turned to his father and said: "Have I your leave to whip this fellow, sir ?" "You should have asked that before you struck him in the face," replied the knight.