"For the rest, I did no otherwise than you, sir, must have done in my case!" The magistrate snorted.

"I!" "Being treated as I was!" the young man protested.

"He would have me drink whether I would or no! And in terms no man of honour could bear." "Honour ?" the Syndic retorted, and on the word exploded in great wrath.
"Honour, say you?
Then I know who is in fault.

When men of your race talk of honour 'tis easy to saddle the horse.

I will teach you that we know naught of honour in Geneva, but only of service! And naught of punctilios but much of modest behaviour! It is such hot blood as yours that is at the root of brawlings and disorders and such-like, to the scandal of the community: and to cool it I will commit you to the town jail until to-morrow! Convey him thither," he continued, turning sharply to his followers, "and see him safely bestowed in the stocks.