Prithee, thou silly son of Neptune, knowest thou not that if I did bid thee carry me my box from the fore-deck there to the poop, thou must crawl with it like my jack-porter?
And, by my soul, I have named the very service that brought me hither.

Therefore, my lord Sir Ludar McSorley Boy McNeptune McMalapert McDonnell of the Glyns, fetch my box below.

And should the burden be too heavy for thy dainty fingers, pray thy serving gentleman here to lend thee a hand." Ludar, who was leaning against the mast, yawned; whereat, the gallant dropping his fine speeches, turned as red as a lobster, and with a loud French oath, drew out his rapier and flourished it.
Ludar watched him contemptuously for a while, until the blade, getting courage at every pass, ventured a modest prick.

Then he leapt out like a cat on a mouse, and caught the silly fellow such a grip of the wrist as sent his sword spinning on the deck.

Picking it up, he quietly broke it over his knee into three pieces, which he pitched one after the other overboard.
"Now, master jackanapes," said he, returning to his adversary, and catching him by his starched ruff.