Capt. Who cares for the tears of a woman, a child, or an old man?
Cres. No pity?
Capt. I tell you I spare your life, and your son’s: pity enough.
Cres. Upon my knees, asking back my own at your hands that robbed me?
Capt. Nonsense!
Cres. Who could extort it if I chose.
Capt. I tell you you could not.
Cres. There is no remedy then?
Capt. Except silence, which I recommend you as the best.