Guard yourself, Roman, since I would kill you in fair fight.

Had I another mind you would be dead by now, never knowing the hand that struck you.

Have no fear; I am your equal, for my forefathers were nobles when yours were savages." "Boy, are you mad," asked Marcus, "to think that I, who have fought in three wars, can fear a beardless youth, however fierce?
Why, if I feared you I have but to blow upon this whistle and my guards would hale you hence to a felon's death.

For your own sake it is that I pray you to consider.

Setting aside my rank and yours, I will fight you if you will, and now.