Hark, there is a tumult--that was the clash of arms!" "By my coronet, by my knightly faith, it is true!" said the Earl, looking from the window upon the inner square of the convent, now filled with armed men and brandished weapons, and resounding with the clash of armour.

The deep vaulted entrance was crowded with warriors at its farthest extremity, and blows seemed to be in the act of being exchanged betwixt some who were endeavouring to shut the gate and others who contended to press in.
"I will go instantly," said the Earl of March, "and soon quell this sudden broil.

Humbly I pray your Majesty to think on what I have had the boldness to propose." "I will--I will, fair cousin," said the King, scarce knowing to what he pledged himself; "do but prevent tumult and bloodshed!".