cital

No , by my soul . I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urged more modestly ,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms .
He gave you all the duties of a man ,
Trimmed up your praises with a princely tongue ,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle ,
Making you ever better than his praise
By still dispraising praise valued with you ,
And , which became him like a prince indeed ,
He made a blushing cital of himself ,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace
As if he mastered there a double spirit
Of teaching and of learning instantly .
There did he pause , but let me tell the world :
If he outlive the envy of this day ,
England did never owe so sweet a hope
So much misconstrued in his wantonness .