The Earl of March seemed to have a pleasure in informing him of that of which doubtless he desired to remain ignorant.
"My liege," he cried, "this is better and better.

The glee maiden has not only engaged the ear of the Prince of Scotland, as well as of every groom and trooper in the courtyard, but she has riveted the attention of the Black Douglas, whom we have not known as a passionate admirer of the gay science.

But truly, I do not wonder at his astonishment, for the Prince has honoured the fair professor of song and viol with a kiss of approbation." "How!" cried the King, "is David of Rothsay trifling with a glee maiden, and his wife's father in presence?
Go, my good father abbot, call the Prince here instantly.

Go, my dearest brother--" And when they had both left the room, the King continued, "Go, good cousin of March; there will be mischief, I am assured of it.

I pray you go, cousin, and second my lord prior's prayers with my commands." "You forget, my liege," said March, with the voice of a deeply offended person, "the father of Elizabeth of Dunbar were but an unfit intercessor between the Douglas and his royal son in law." "I crave your pardon, cousin," said the gentle old man.