If I dared I would kill you at once, only then you would haunt me as your mother haunts me, and also I must answer for it to Cortes.

Fear, Cousin Wingfield, is the father of cruelty, and mine makes me cruel to you.

Living or dead, I know that you will triumph over me at the last, but it is my turn now, and while you breathe, or while one breathes who is dear to you, I will spend my life to bring you and them to shame and misery and death, as I brought your mother, my cousin, though she forced me to it to save myself.

Why not?
There is no forgiveness for me, I cannot undo the past.

You came to take vengeance on me, and soon or late by you, or through you, it will be glutted, but till then I triumph, ay, even when I must sink to this butcher's work to do it,' and suddenly he turned and left the place.
Then weakness and suffering overcame me and I swooned away.