But you should have bethought you that suspicious husbands have a trick of pretending to depart whilst they remain." Next his voice swelled up again in passion, and again the door was shaken.
"Will you open, then, or must I break down the door! There is no barrier in the world shall keep me from you, there is no power can save you.

I have the right to kill you by every law of God and man.

Shall I forgo that right ?" He laughed snarlingly.
"Three hundred ducats yearly to recompense the hospitality I have given you--and six hundred later upon the coming of the Duke!" he mocked.
"That was the price, my lord, of my hospitality--which was to include my wife's harlotry.

Three hundred ducats! Ha! ha! Three hundred thousand million years in Hell! That is the price, my lord--the price that you shall pay, for I present the reckoning and enforce it.

You shall be shriven in iron--you and your wanton after you.
"Shall I be caged for having shed a prelate's sacred blood?
for having sent a prelate's soul to Hell with all its filth of sin upon it?
Shall I?
Speak, magnificent; out of the fullness of your theological knowledge inform me." I had listened in a sort of fascination to that tirade of venomous mockery.