Lucia fell back into her seat and covered her face with her hands.
"Violence?
Who wants violence ?" asked Marzio in contemptuous tones.

"Do you suppose I am afraid of Tista?
Let him alone, Paolo; let us see whether he will strike me." The priest now turned his back on the apprentice, and confronted Marzio.
He was not pale like the rest, for he was not afraid of the chiseller, and the generous flush of a righteous indignation mounted to his calm face.
"You are mad," he said, meeting his brother's gaze fearlessly.
"Not in the least," returned Marzio.

"Lucia shall marry Gasparo Carnesecchi at once, or she shall not marry any one; what am I saying?
She shall have no choice.

She must and she shall marry the man I have chosen.

What have you to do with it?
Have you come here to put yourself between me and my family?
I advise you to be careful.