Benedick: Your wit is as quick as the greyhound’s mouth; it catches.

Margaret: And yours as blunt as the fencer’s foils, which hit, but not hurt.

Benedick: A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee the bucklers.

Margaret: Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.

Much Ado About Nothing – William Shakespeare