"Jesus! not I.I will find a way out of this.

I will live to return with an army and regain my throne." "A most wise purpose.

But, meanwhile, your men are waiting for you; Madonna Paola di Santafior is waiting for you, and--hark!--the bellowing crowd is waiting for you." "They wait in vain," he snarled.

"Who cares for them?
The Lord of Pesaro am I." "Care you, then, nothing for them?
Will you have your name written in history as that of a coward who would not lift his sword to strike one blow for honour's sake ere he was driven out like a beast by the mere sound of voices ?" That touched him.

His vanity rose in arms.
"Take up that corselet," he commanded hoarsely.