_And_. When was my lord so much ungently temper’d
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
_Hect_. You train me to offend you; get you in.
By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go.
_And_. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
_Hect_. No more, I say.