I charge you to hold him." Bedloe halted and looked at Oates, who nodded.

Then he strode up to Lovel and took him by the throat.
"Withdraw your words, you dog," he said, "or I will cut your throat.

I have but this moment landed at the river stairs and heard of this horrid business.

If you say you have ever seen me before you lie most foully.
Quick, you ferret.

Will Bedloe suffers no man to charge his honour." The strong hands on his neck, the fierce eyes of the bravo, brought back Lovel's fear and with it his prudence.