I hope you understand that I can have you clapped into gaol for it."
"Pardon, Magnificence—he can do more. He can have me hanged for it."
"I don't agree with you," said Borso. "If my name were Ferdinand of Arragon, or Sforza, or della Rovere, yes; but being Borso d'Este, no."
"Your Grace puts me to shame," said Angioletto, with feeling. "I am to take it then—"
"You shall take it as you please, my friend," Borso rejoined, with his chin once more upon his clasped knees. "For my part I propose to take you and keep you under lock and key for a season—as at present advised."
Angioletto bowed, as well as one may who is sitting up in a very soft bed. His voice was quite meek.
"I shall in all duty obey your Grace's directions, and will leave behind me but one small request, which I am persuaded Borso d'Este will not refuse his prisoner."
"And what is that, my good friend?"
"It is the care for the person and honour of my wife, my lord Duke," answered Angioletto.
This set Borso rubbing his nose. He thought before he spoke again.
"As for your wife's person, my man," said he, "it will be as safe in my dominions as all persons, whatever their ages or conditions. Her honour is another affair. That is neither for me nor my laws, but for herself. And perhaps you will let me add that if to-night is a sample of her course of living, you are putting upon me a rather onerous charge."
