Ere he takes back yonder proud peat to his table and his bed, at the command of her father, Douglas must be King of Scotland." "Be it so; but even this is the less pressing peril, especially as it threatens open violence, for the Douglas works not in secret." "What is there which presses, and keeps us awake at this late hour?
I am a weary man, thou a wounded one, and the very tapers are blinking, as if tired of our conference." "Tell me, then, who is it that rules this kingdom of Scotland ?" said Ramorny.
"Robert, third of the name," said the Prince, raising his bonnet as he spoke; "and long may he sway the sceptre!" "True, and amen," answered Ramorny; "but who sways King Robert, and dictates almost every measure which the good King pursues ?" "My Lord of Albany, you would say," replied the Prince.

"Yes, it is true my father is guided almost entirely by the counsels of his brother; nor can we blame him in our consciences, Sir John Ramorny, for little help hath he had from his son." "Let us help him now, my lord," said Ramorny.

"I am possessor of a dreadful secret: Albany hath been trafficking with me, to join him in taking your Grace's life! He offers full pardon for the past, high favour for the future." "How, man--my life?
I trust, though, thou dost only mean my kingdom?
It were impious! He is my father's brother--they sat on the knees of the same father--lay in the bosom of the same mother.

Out on thee, man, what follies they make thy sickbed believe!" "Believe, indeed!" said Ramorny.

"It is new to me to be termed credulous.