"I call things by their right names. I call a Scot, a Scot; and a scoundrel, a scoundrel." He threw her hands far from him, and strode up and down the room, desperate and full of wrath. "You shall marry no man but myself. Before earth and heaven you shall!"
"If God wills, I shall marry Lord Neville."
"I say no!" he shouted. "Jane, when the King comes back, and I have my estate and title, will you marry me?"
"You are asking me to marry your estate and title. I do not value either that—" and she snapped her thumb against her finger, with no doubtful expression.
"Oh, Jane! I shall go to total ruin if you do not marry me."
"Shall I marry a man who is not lord of himself? I will not."
"You have made me your enemy. What follows is your own fault."
"'Tis a poor love that turns to hatred; and you can do no more than you are let do."
"You will see. By my soul, 'tis truth!"
"There is God between me and you. I have no fear."