"By the holy virgin, I wish you were both at Jericho, bellowing.' "Thank you comrade.

Then I'll bark no more, but at need I'll bite.

If he has a lance, I have a sword; if he bleeds you, I'll bleed him.

The moment his lance pricks your skin, little one, my sword-hilt knocks against his ribs; I have said it." And Denys turned pale, folded his arms, and looked gloomy and dangerous.
Gerard sighed wearily.

"Now, as all this is about me, give me leave to say a word." "Ay! let the young man choose life or death for himself." Gerard then indirectly rebuked his noisy counsellors by contrast and example.