He is young--very young--a prince, and in the heyday of his blood.

We will have patience with him, like a good rider with a hot tempered horse.

Let him exhaust this idle humor, and no one will be better pleased with him than yourself.

You have censured me in your kindness for being too gentle, too retired; Rothsay has no such defects." "I will pawn my life he has not," replied Albany, drily.
"And he wants not reflection as well as spirit," continued the poor king, pleading the cause of his son to his brother.

"I have sent for him to attend council today, and we shall see how he acquits himself of his devoir.