I would not harm you." "You cannot injure one whose intentions are friendly to you as mine are.
Listen to me, and let what I have to say sink deeply into your breast.
Do anything rather than render yourself amenable to the accursed tribunal I have named.

Abandon mistress, friend, relative--all who are near and dear to you--if they would bring you within its grasp." "And do you venture to give me this shameful council?
Do you think I will attend to it ?" cried Sir Jocelyn.
"I am sure you will, if you hear me out--and you _shall_ hear me," the promoter exclaimed with so much authority that the young man, however impatient, could not refuse attention, to him.

"Look me in the face, Sir Jocelyn! Regard me well! Behold these ineffaceable marks made by the heated iron, and the sharpened knife! How came they there?
From a sentence of the Star-Chamber.

And as my offence was the same as yours, so your sentence will correspond with mine.

Your punishment will be the same as mine--branding and mutilation.