"So! worth a reprieve, by this sword, to have one more rapier-rattle before the gallows! Then I take back no further answer, my lord deputy?
Not even our swords, our virgin blades, signor, the soldier's cherished bride?
Shall we go forth weeping widowers, and leave to strange embrace the lovely steel ?" "None, sir, by heaven!" said he, waxing wroth.

"Do you come hither, pirates as you are, to dictate terms upon a foreign soil?
Is it not enough to have set up here the Spanish flag, and claimed the land of Ireland as the Pope's gift to the Spaniard; violated the laws of nations, and the solemn treaties of princes, under color of a mad superstition ?" "Superstition, my lord?
Nothing less.

Believe a philosopher who has not said a pater or an ave for seven years past at least.

Quod tango credo, is my motto; and though I am bound to say, under pain of the Inquisition, that the most holy Father the Pope has given this land of Ireland to his most Catholic Majesty the King of Spain, Queen Elizabeth having forfeited her title to it by heresy,--why, my lord, I believe it as little as you do.

I believe that Ireland would have been mine, if I had won it; I believe religiously that it is not mine, now I have lost it.