Then turning to Ferrau,, "But that thine head, Thou brutish sot, as I behold, is bare, If thy late words were ill or wisely said, Thou should'st perceive, before we further fare."
To him Ferrau: "For that which breeds no dread In me, why should'st thou take such sovereign care?
What I have said unhelmed will I prove true, Here, single as I am, on both of you."