A splendid scene; she might well insist to be present.
There, however, we are at the pitch of burlesque beyond her illustrious lord's capacity to stand.

Peremptory orders from England arrive, commanding her return.

She temporizes, postpones, and supplicates to have the period extended up to the close of the Eisteddfod.

My lord's orders are imperatively repeated, and very blunt.

He will not have her 'continue playing the fool down there.' She holds her ground from August into February, and then sets forth, to undergo the further process of her taming at Esslemont in England; with Llewellyn and Vaughan and Cadwallader, and Watkyn and Shenkyn and the remains of the race of Owen Tudor, attending her; vowed to extract a receipt from the earl her lord's responsible servitors for the safe delivery of their heroine's person at the gates of Esslemont; ich dien their trumpeted motto.
Counting the number at four and twenty, it wears the look of an invasion.