I stand near to death, but you stand not far from the gallows.

I'll die an honest man; you will die like a dog, false to everything, and afterwards let your beads and your masses and your saints help you if they can.

We'll talk it over when we meet again elsewhere.

And now, my Lord Abbot, lead me to your gate, remembering that I follow with my sword.

Jeffrey, set those carrion crow in front of you, and watch them well.