But I know my failing, and--yes, it must be said!--so sorely dread that I cannot conquer it, that, could I have your consent to my wishes on such terms, I would even here make a pause, renounce the rank I have assumed, and retire into humble life." "What, turn glover at last, Conachar ?" said Simon.

"This beats the legend of St.Crispin.

Nay--nay, your hand was not framed for that: you shall spoil me no more doe skins." "Jest not," said Eachin, "I am serious.

If I cannot labour, I will bring wealth enough to live without it.

They will proclaim me recreant with horn and war pipe.