'As easily.

Who do you think will protect you from him in a private quarrel of this kind?
Navarre?
France?
our good man?
Not one of them.

You had better steal the king's crown jewels--he is weak; or Guise's last plot--he is generous at times, or Navarre's last sweetheart--he is as easy as an old shoe.

You had better have to do with all these together, I tell you, than touch Turenne's ewe-lambs, unless your aim be to be broken on the wheel! Mon Dieu, yes!' 'I am much obliged to you for your advice,' I said stiffly, 'but the die is cast.

My mind is made up.