I hear constantly, 'Dear father, don't kill me.

Spare your daughter,' and 'Dear my lord, I beg you not to sacrifice the princess, whom I so love.' God's mercy! I say I am tired of it! This marriage shall take place at once! Now, now, now, do you hear, Hymbercourt?
Tell the bishop to write this letter in English.

We will make the draught as bitter as possible for Louis.

He hates the sight of an English word, and small wonder.

Direct the bishop to make the letter short and to the point.