But the convent of Lindores, or what ever other house receives thee, shall be richly endowed and highly favoured by us.

And now, Sir John of Ramorny, sleep--sleep--and forget this evil omened conversation, in which the fever of disease and of wine has rather, I trust, held colloquy than your own proper thoughts.

Light to the door, Eviot." A call from Eviot summoned the attendants of the Prince, who had been sleeping on the staircase and hall, exhausted by the revels of the evening.
"Is there none amongst you sober ?" said the Duke of Rothsay, disgusted by the appearance of his attendants.
"Not a man--not a man," answered the followers, with a drunken shout, "we are none of us traitors to the Emperor of Merry makers!" "And are all of you turned into brutes, then ?" said the Prince.
"In obedience and imitation of your Grace," answered one fellow; "or, if we are a little behind your Highness, one pull at the pitcher will--" "Peace, beast!" said the Duke of Rothsay.

"Are there none of you sober, I say ?" "Yes, my noble liege," was the answer; "here is one false brother, Watkins the Englishman." "Come hither then, Watkins, and aid me with a torch; give me a cloak, too, and another bonnet, and take away this trumpery," throwing down his coronet of feathers.

"I would I could throw off all my follies as easily.