Ah! if your honour saw my poor laboratory, I could show you heads and hands, feet and lungs, which have been long supposed to be rotting in the mould.
The skull of Wallace, stolen from London Bridge; the head of Sir Simon Fraser [the famous ancestor of the Lovats, slain at Halidon Hill (executed in London in 1306)], that never feared man; the lovely skull of the fair Katie Logie [( should be Margaret Logie), the beautiful mistress of David II].

Oh, had I but had the fortune to have preserved the chivalrous hand of mine honoured patron!" Out upon thee, slave! Thinkest thou to disgust me with thy catalogue of horrors?
Tell me at once where thy discourse drives.

How can thy traffic with the hangdog executioner be of avail to serve me, or to help my servant Bonthron ?" "Nay, I do not recommend it to your knighthood, save in an extremity," replied Dwining.

"But we will suppose the battle fought and our cock beaten.

Now we must first possess him with the certainty that, if unable to gain the day, we will at least save him from the hangman, provided he confess nothing which can prejudice your knighthood's honour." "Ha! ay, a thought strikes me," said Ramorny.