"Do you think you can resist the law?
Had I not arrived so opportunely you would have converted a slight accusation into a capital offence.

Go with these men: do not fear; I will see the duke, and obtain your immediate release.

To-morrow I will visit and accompany you home." Fonseca, still half beside himself with rage, would have replied, but Calderon significantly placed his finger on his lip and turned to the alguazils.
"There is a mistake here: it will be rectified to-morrow.

Treat this cavalier with all the respect and worship due to his birth and merits.
Go, Don Martin, go," he added, in a lower voice; "go, unless you desire to lose Beatriz for ever.

Nothing but obedience can save you from the imprisonment of half a life!" Awed and subdued by this threat, Fonseca, in gloomy silence, placed his sword in its sheath, and sullenly followed the alguazils.