"Come, Errol, you would play the surly turnkey, but it is not in your nature; farewell for half an hour." "A new folly!" said Errol, as the Prince, flinging open a lattice of the ground parlour in which they sat, stept out into the garden--"a new folly, to call back that villain to his counsels.

But he is infatuated." The Prince, in the mean time, looked back, and said hastily: "Your lordship's good housekeeping will afford us a flask or two of wine and a slight collation in the pavilion?
I love the al fresco of the river." The Constable bowed, and gave the necessary orders; so that Sir John found the materials of good cheer ready displayed, when, landing from his barge, he entered the pavilion.
"It grieves my heart to see your Highness under restraint," said Ramorny, with a well executed appearance of sympathy.
"That grief of thine will grieve mine," said the Prince.

"I am sure here has Errol, and a right true hearted lord he is, so tired me with grave looks, and something like grave lessons, that he has driven me back to thee, thou reprobate, from whom, as I expect nothing good, I may perhaps obtain something entertaining.

Yet, ere we say more, it was foul work, that upon the Fastern's Even, Ramorny.

I well hope thou gavest not aim to it." "On my honour, my lord, a simple mistake of the brute Bonthron.