This is Urbino, not Babbiano, and Gian Maria is not master here.

Do you think the noble and magnanimous Guidobaldo would let you hang?
Have you so poor an opinion of your Duke?
Fools! You are as safe from violence as are those ladies in the gallery up there.

For Guidobaldo would no more think of harming you than of permitting harm to come to them.

If any hanging there is it will be for me, and perhaps for Messer Gonzaga who hired you.

Yet, do I talk of throwing down my arms?
What think you holds me here?
Interest--just as interest holds you--and if I think the risk worth taking, why should not you?
Are you so tame and so poor-spirited that a threat is to vanquish you?
Will you become a byword in Italy, and when men speak of cowardice, will you have them say: 'Craven as Monna Valentina's garrison' ?" In this strain he talked to them, now smiting hard with his scorn, now cajoling them with his assurances, and breeding confidence anew in their shaken spirits.