"Your papers, or you die." Finding it in vain to contend with his opponent, the Earl was fain to yield, and reluctantly produced a packet from his doublet, and delivered it to him.
"You will repent this outrage, villain," he said.
"Your lordship will do well to recollect you are still in my power," rejoined Catesby.

"One thrust of my sword will wipe off some of the injuries you have inflicted on our suffering party." "I have heard your voice before," cried Salisbury; "you shall not escape me." "Your imprudence has destroyed you," retorted Catesby, clutching the Earl's throat more tightly, and shortening his sword, with the intent to plunge it into his breast.
"Hold!" exclaimed Fawkes, grasping his arm, and preventing the blow.

"I have already said you shall not slay him.

You are in possession of his papers.

What more would you have ?" "His life," replied Catesby, struggling to liberate his arm.
"Let him swear not to betray us," rejoined Fawkes.