Next moment two things happened.

The first was that, dropping his cased bow, Grey Dick seized that young in his iron grip and hurled him into the air so that he fell heavily on the marble floor and lay there stunned, the blood running from his nose and mouth.

The second was that, seizing his gauntlet, Hugh strode to where Cattrina stood, and struck him with it across the face, saying: "Let your lips kiss what your fingers are too fine to touch." With an oath Cattrina drew his sword and out flashed Hugh's in answer, as he cried: "Ay, here and now if you will! Here and now!" Then the Guard rushed in and forced them apart.
"Is this a place for brawling ?" cried Dandolo in wrath, adding: "Yet I cannot blame the Englishmen overmuch, seeing that they were sore affronted, as I saw with my eyes and heard with my ears.

Be silent, my lord of Cattrina.

After your fashion you make trouble at my Court.
And--hearken all--blood so hot had best be quickly cooled lest one or other of these knights should take a fever.