With bitter smile, upstarting on his feet, Orlando to the ruffian made reply:
"Thou at a price at which no chapman treat, Unmarked in merchant's books, these arms shalt buy."
With that he snatched a brand, which, full of heat And smoke, was smouldering in the chimney nigh, Threw it, and smote by chance the knave half blind, Where with the nose the meeting brows confined.
