I think, signor, that he has drank deeply.

Look well to yourself, and if you value your life, do not irritate him, for he would make as little scruple of maltreating you as he would of crushing a worm.

Apart from that, he is the best man in the world." She seated herself at the table, took up the knife and linen, and continued her occupation, whilst observing the stranger with a suspicious eye.
He had pulled the hood of the cloak over his face and seated himself in silence, fixing his eye vaguely upon space, like a man wearied by long waiting.

He was deeply agitated, and from time to time his whole frame shook.

Every time that he glanced towards the table he met the penetrating look of the frightful Megaera, who, while continuing to clean the blade of the large knife, considered him from head to foot, and seemed endeavoring to discover who he was and with what intention he had come.
At last, no longer able to resist his feeling of anxiety, he rose and said: "Woman, show me the way out.