Am I, forsooth, in a den of thieves,--in a cave of brigands?
Yes, but the Governor shall know all to-morrow, and his Highness the Stadtholder the day after.

We know the law,--we shall give a second edition of the Buytenhof, Master Scholar, and a good one this time.

Yes, yes, just gnaw your paws like a bear in his cage, and you, my fine little lady, devour your dear Cornelius with your eyes.

I tell you, my lambkins, you shall not much longer have the felicity of conspiring together.

Away with you, unnatural daughter! And as to you, Master Scholar, we shall see each other again.