Now you have my offer--answer." "And what if I refuse this same generous offer to surrender her whom I hold dearer than a thousand lives ?" "Then, by virtue of my rights and authority, I will take her by force, Christopher Harflete, and if harm should happen to come to you, now or hereafter, on your own head be it." At this Christopher's rage broke out.
"Do you dare to threaten me, a loyal Englishman, you false priest and foreign traitor," he shouted, "whom all men know to be in the pay of Spain, and using the cover of a monk's dress to plot against the land on which you fatten like a horse-leech?
Why was John Foterell murdered in the forest two nights gone?
You won't answer?
Then I will.

Because he rode to Court to prove the truth about you and your treachery, and therefore you butchered him.

Why do you claim my wife as your ward?
Because you wish to steal her lands and goods to feed your plots and luxury.

You think you have bought friends at Court, and that for money's sake those in power there will turn a blind eye to your crimes.

So it may be for a while; but wait, wait.