I cannot-spare you.
A tyrant ordering you to go should be defied.

My Lord Fleetwood puts lightning into my slow veins.' 'We have talked: we shall be reproved by the husband and the doctor,' said Carinthia.
Sullen days continued and rolled over to night at the mines.

Gower's mission was rendered absurd by the countess's withdrawal from the castle.

He spoke of it to Mr.Wythan once, and the latter took a big breath and blew such a lord to the winds.

'Persuade our guest to leave us, that the air may not be tainted for her husband when he comes?
He needn't call; he's not obliged to see her.