Wert thou then begotten of thy sire to cope with every foe? Theseus Ay, with all wanton villains; virtue I punish not. Herald To meddle is aye thy wont and thy city’s too. Theseus Hence her enterprise on many a held hath won her frequent success. Herald Come then, that the warriors of the dragon-crop may catch thee in our city. Theseus What furious warrior-host could spring from dragon’s seed? Herald Thou shalt learn that to thy cost. As yet thou art young and rash. Theseus Thy boastful speech stirs not my heart at all to rage. Yet get thee gone from my land, taking with thee the idle words thou broughtest; for we are making no advance. [Exit Herald.]