Yes, Douglas, we must make haste; for it would be cruel to let the tender Surrey wait still longer.

So we will give his Geraldine liberty to leave the feast; and we ourselves must begin our journey.
Ah, Douglas, it is a hard path that we have to tread, and the furies and gods of vengeance bear our torches.

To work, then--to work!" The king arose from his seat, and stepped to the queen, to whom he presented his hand with a tender smile.
"My lady, it is late," said he; "and we, who are king of so many subjects--we are, nevertheless, in turn, the subject of a king.

This is the physician, and we must obey him.

He has ordered me to seek my couch before midnight, and, as a loyal subject must do, I obey.