"To little purpose is it to command what I cannot enforce; and, although I have the unhappiness to do so each day of my life, it were needless to give such a very public example of royal impotency before the crowds who may assemble to behold this spectacle.
Let these savage men, therefore, work their bloody will to the uttermost upon each other: I will not attempt to forbid what I cannot prevent them from executing.

Heaven help this wretched country! I will to my oratory and pray for her, since to aid her by hand and head is alike denied to me.

Father prior, I pray the support of your arm." "Nay, but, brother," said Albany, "forgive me if I remind you that we must hear the matter between the citizens of Perth and Ramorny, about the death of a townsman--" "True--true," said the monarch, reseating himself; "more violence--more battle.

Oh, Scotland! Scotland! if the best blood of thy bravest children could enrich thy barren soil, what land on earth would excel thee in fertility! When is it that a white hair is seen on the beard of a Scottishman, unless he be some wretch like thy sovereign, protected from murder by impotence, to witness the scenes of slaughter to which he cannot put a period?
Let them come in, delay them not.

They are in haste to kill, and, grudge each other each fresh breath of their Creator's blessed air.