There is no such short shrift for them.

You have had more than the time I promised you for reflection.

The garments await you yonder.

Let us know--" The door opened suddenly, and a servant entered.
"A courier from the Lord Vitellozzo Vitelli, Tyrant of Citta di Castello," he announced, unwittingly breaking in upon Ramiro's words, "with urgent messages for the high and Mighty Governor of Cesena." On the instant Ramiro rose, the expression of his face changing from cynical amusement to sober concern, the task upon which he was engaged forgotten.
"Admit him instantly," he commanded.

And whilst he waited he paced the chamber in long strides, his chin thrust slightly forward, suggestive of deep thought.