Should make my son despise him. By these heavens
This staff shall teach you better.
Lope. Strike me not!
Beware—beware!
Urr. Why, art thou not ashamed—
Lope. Yes, of respect for you that’s fear of me.
Guil. Whoever says or thinks what I have done
Is out of fear of you, I say—
Urr. He lies!
I’ll top your sentence for you.