Let one of you move a step without my permission, and this place and the ground beneath your feet will engulf you.

Ten thousand pounds of powder are in these cellars.

I will, however, grant your pardon, unworthy though you are.

I will even allow you to take these sacks filled with gold; they may recompense you for the losses which my brother's enemies have recently inflicted on you.

But depart this instant without a word, and dare not to trouble me again; I have other means of destruction at command besides gunpowder.