Tell me what evil threatens my son, or my kingdom ?" The features of the King, trembling with anxiety, and his eyes brimful of tears, were bent upon his brother, who seemed to assume time for consideration ere he replied.
"My lord, the danger lies here.

Your Grace believed that the Prince had no accession to this second aggression upon the citizens of Perth--the slaughter of this bonnet making fellow, about whose death they clamour, as a set of gulls about their comrade, when one of the noisy brood is struck down by a boor's shaft." "Their lives," said the King, "are dear to themselves and their friends, Robin." "Truly, ay, my liege; and they make them dear to us too, ere we can settle with the knaves for the least blood wit.

But, as I said, your Majesty thinks the Prince had no share in this last slaughter; I will not attempt to shake your belief in that delicate point, but will endeavour to believe along with you.

What you think is rule for me, Robert of Albany will never think otherwise than Robert of broad Scotland." "Thank you, thank you," said the King, taking his brother's hand.

"I knew I might rely that your affection would do justice to poor heedless Rothsay, who exposes himself to so much misconstruction that he scarcely deserves the sentiments you feel for him." Albany had such an immovable constancy of purpose, that he was able to return the fraternal pressure of the King's hand, while tearing up by the very roots the hopes of the indulgent, fond old man.
"But, alas!" the Duke continued, with a sigh, "this burly, intractable Knight of Kinfauns, and his brawling herd of burghers, will not view the matter as we do.