The very thought of it filled him with madness.
There had been a conspiracy against him; he was outwitted, robbed, befooled.

Well, hope still remained--and vengeance.

He could still fight Peter, and perhaps kill him.

He could hand over Castell, the Jew, to the Inquisition.

He could find a way to deal with the priest Henriques and the woman Inez, and, perhaps, if fortune favoured him he could get Margaret back into his power.
Oh! yes, he would sign anything if only thereby he was set at liberty and freed for a while from this servant who called herself his wife, this strong-minded, strong-bodied, clever Englishwoman, of whom he had thought to make a tool, and who had made a tool of him.
So Betty dictated and he wrote: yes, it had come to this--she dictated and he wrote, and signed too.