Part 9 (1/2)

CAJETAN.

Seest thou not Thy presence irks?

BOHEMUND.

Thou hast it, then, the longer!

CAJETAN.

My place is here! What arm repels me?

BOHEMUND, Mine!

CAJETAN.

Don Manuel sent me hither.

BOHEMUND.

I obey My Lord Don Caesar.

CAJETAN.

To the eldest born Thy master reverence owes.

BOHEMUND.

The world belongs To him that wins!

CAJETAN.

Unmannered knave, give place!

BOHEMUND.

Our swords be measured first!

CAJETAN.

I find thee ever A serpent in my path.

BOHEMUND.

Where'er I list Thus will I meet thee!

CAJETAN.

Say, why cam'st thou hither To spy?----

BOHEMUND.

And thou to question and command?

CAJETAN.

To parley I disdain!

BOHEMUND.

Too much I grace thee By words!

CAJETAN.

Thy hot, impetuous youth should bow To reverend age.

BOHEMUND.