I hold him in my hand, and can crush him when I please." "Then do not defer your purpose, Sir Giles," said Sir Francis; "or I must take my own means of setting myself right with him.

I cannot consent to sit down calmly under the provocation I have endured." "And what will be the momentary gratification afforded by his death--if such you meditate," returned Sir Giles, "in comparison with hurling him down from the point he has gained, stripping him of all his honours, and of such wealth as he may have acquired, and plunging him into the Fleet Prison, where he will die by inches, and where you yourself may feast your eyes on his slow agonies?
That is true revenge; and you are but a novice in the art of vengeance if you think your plan equal to mine.

It is for this--and this only--that I have spared him so long.

I have suffered him to puff himself up with pride and insolence, till he is ready to burst.

But his day of reckoning is at hand, and then he shall pay off the long arrears he owes us." "Well, Sir Giles, I am willing to leave the matter with you," said Sir Francis; "but it is hard to be publicly insulted, and have injurious epithets applied to you, and not obtain immediate redress." "I grant you it is so," rejoined Sir Giles; "but you well know you are no match for him at the sword." "If I am not, others are--Clement Lanyere, for instance," cried Sir Francis.