Bernard Capes, A Jay of Italy — Chapter 22 (1905)
“ Thou whelp, so to have bitten the hand that stroked thee! Shall I not draw thy teeth for it?''Pity, pity!' moaned Tassino. 'I spoke under compulsion.''And so shall,' snarled the other. 'What! To mend a slander on compulsion! More physic may bring more cure. Perchance hast made this Countess too thy cats-paw?''My lord! No! On my soul!''She hates the Duchess?''Yes, poisonously.''Why?''My lord!''Why, I say?''Alas! she covets for herself what the Duchess claims to heaven.''Riddles, swine! Covets! What or whom?''O, O! Your Grace's false deputy, Messer Bembo.''What! false? ”
