I would not that you tarried while Fortini waits your companionship.

You, Raoul de Goncourt, I shall punish as you deserve for being in such bad company.

You are getting fat and wheezy.

I shall take my time with you until your fat melts and your lungs pant and wheeze like leaky bellows.
You, de Villehardouin, I have not decided in what manner I shall kill." And then I saluted Pasquini, and we were at it.

Oh, I was minded to be rarely devilish this night.