I love that lady from whom you have just parted, and you also love, or pretend to love, her.

Nay, deny it not; I have seen all, even to your kisses.

Well, she cannot belong to both of us, and I intend that in some future day she shall belong to me if arm and eye do not fail me now.

Therefore one of us must die to-night." Marcus stepped back, overcome not with fear, but with astonishment.
"Insolent," he said, "you lie! There were no kisses, and our talk was of your neck, that I gave to her because she asked it, which is forfeit for the murder of the Jew." "Indeed," sneered Caleb.

"Now, who would have thought that the noble Captain Marcus would shelter thus behind a woman's robe?
For the rest, my life is my own and no other's to give or to receive.