You may be Mayor of Southampton, you may be a great man in your own way, but I call you a mean, pitiful fellow.

I won't stay in the house with you an hour longer.
The wagon for Basingstoke comes past at three o'clock, and I shall go and stay with my father and mother there, and take Alice with me." "I forbid you to do anything of the sort," the mayor said pompously.
"You forbid!" Dame Anthony cried.

"What do I care for your forbidding?
If you say a word I will go down the town and join those who pelted you with mud last night.

A nice spectacle it would be for the worthy Mayor of Southampton to be pelted in the street by a lot of women led by his own wife.

You know me, Richard.