He sees no brawl but he must strike into the midst of it.

Has he friends, he fights with them for love and honour; has he enemies, he fights with them for hatred and revenge.

And those men who are neither his friends nor foes, he fights with them because they are on this or that side of a river.

His days are days of battle, and, doubtless, he acts them over again in his dreams." "Daughter," said Simon, "your tongue wags too freely.

Quarrels and fights are men's business, not women's, and it is not maidenly to think or speak of them." "But if they are so rudely enacted in our presence," said Catharine, "it is a little hard to expect us to think or speak of anything else.