"Well, then, here is what shall make you smart.

You think yourself in favour at the Court, do you not?
because you took the oath of succession which braver men, like the brethren of the Charterhouse, refused, and died for it.

But you forget the words you said to me when the wine you love had a hold of you in my hall----" "Silence! For your own sake, silence, Sir John Foterell!" broke in the Abbot.

"You go too far." "Not so far as you shall go, my Lord Abbot, ere I have done with you.
Not so far as Tower Hill or Tyburn, thither to be hung and quartered as a traitor to his Grace.

I tell you, you forget the words you spoke, but I will remind you of them.