[It is after he has had his fill of censuring Asher, likely threatening all manner of ghastly deaths, that he returns to this stranger's reproach. Although his fury has abated from the full thrust of a storm to the dark clouds that afterwards clot the sky, still this incident chaps his breast.]

Is challenging this scoundrel to mere sport meant to sate my call for retribution? This is not punishment enough for so vile a slight against my honor.

[For in his thinking Olivia's honor is bound to his.]