[…] Sirs, this knave arrow likes me not. But it importeth rather to take counsel. Who should this be? Bethink you, Bennet. Of so many black ill-willers, which should he be that doth so hardily outface us? […]

Any one who stands outside, who hides himself in a deliquescent aloofness, is a sneak and a spy—

Once the men are done with the sparring or technical component, there is clinch training followed by a few rounds of bagwork.

I waited with occasional glances at my watch until the zero hour should arrive.