Alas! my lord, could you succeed, you would but break every bond between me and life, between yourself and honour.

I have been trained fraudulently here, by what decoys I know not; but were I to go dishonoured hence, it would be to denounce the destroyer of my happiness to every quarter of Europe.
I would take the palmer's staff in my hand, and wherever chivalry is honoured, or the word Scotland has been heard, I would proclaim the heir of a hundred kings, the son of the godly Robert Stuart, the heir of the heroic Bruce, a truthless, faithless man, unworthy of the crown he expects and of the spurs he wears.

Every lady in wide Europe would hold your name too foul for her lips; every worthy knight would hold you a baffled, forsworn caitiff, false to the first vow of arms, the protection of woman and the defence of the feeble." Rothsay resumed his seat, and looked at her with a countenance in which resentment was mingled with admiration.

"You forget to whom you speak, maiden.

Know, the distinction I have offered you is one for which hundreds whose trains you are born to bear would feel gratitude." "Once more, my lord," resumed Catharine, "keep these favours for those by whom they are prized; or rather reserve your time and your health for other and nobler pursuits--for the defence of your country and the happiness of your subjects.