Swords you said, I think.

Sir! I will e'en restrict my choice of conditions to that of the actual weapons with which we are to fight....

Ffoulkes, I pray you," he added, turning to his friend, "the pair of swords which lie across the top of my desk at this moment....
"We'll not ask a menial to fetch them, eh, Monsieur ?" he continued gaily, as Sir Andrew Ffoulkes at a sign from him had quickly left the room.

"What need to bruit our pleasant quarrel abroad?
You will like the weapons, sir, and you shall have your own choice from the pair....

You are a fine fencer, I feel sure...