If you consult my wishes, you will have me whipped in the courtyard till I bleed.
I should enjoy that more than anything else you can do.

Ah, how tender is the love of a father! It passeth understanding." "Come to your apartments, Dorothy," said Lady Crawford, anxious to separate the belligerents.

"I have given your father my word of honor that I will guard you and will keep you prisoner in your rooms.

Do you not pity me?
I gave my promise only to save you from the dungeon, and painful as the task will be, I will keep my word to your father." "Which shall it be, father ?" asked Dorothy.

"You shall finish the task you began.