Where he has failed, I may have little hope of succeeding--by the persuasion of words.

Yet I would beg you to allow me to have speech of your captain, whoever he may be." "My captains are here in attendance," she answered tranquilly.
"So! You have a plurality of them; to command--how many men ?" "Enough," roared Francesco, interposing, his voice sounding hollow from his helmet, "to blow you and your woman besieging scullions to perdition." The Duke stirred on his horse, and peered up at the speaker.

But there was too little of his face visible for recognition, whilst his voice was altered and his figure dissembled in its steel casing.
"Who are you, rogue ?" he asked.
"Rogue in your teeth, be you twenty times a Duke," returned the other, at which Valentina laughed outright.
Never from the day when he had uttered his first wail had his Highness of Babbiano heard words of such import from the lips of living man.

A purple flush mottled his cheeks at the indignity of it.
"Attend to me, knave!" he bellowed.

"Whatever betide the rest of this misguided garrison when ultimately it falls into my hands, for you I can promise a rope and a cross-beam." "Bah!" sneered the knight.