[The Fair Maid of Perth by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Fair Maid of Perth CHAPTER XXXI 13/14
And take patience, maiden, for a few hours." Catharine retired. "So, my lord, part you so soon from the Fair Maid of Perth? This is, indeed, the very wantonness of victory." "There is neither victory nor defeat in the case," returned the Prince, drily.
"The girl loves me not; nor do I love her well enough to torment myself concerning her scruples." "The chaste Malcolm the Maiden revived in one of his descendants!" said Ramorny. "Favour me, sir, by a truce to your wit, or by choosing a different subject for its career.
It is noon, I believe, and you will oblige me by commanding them to serve up dinner." Ramorny left the room; but Rothsay thought he discovered a smile upon his countenance, and to be the subject of this man's satire gave him no ordinary degree of pain.
He summoned, however, the knight to his table, and even admitted Dwining to the same honour.
The conversation was of a lively and dissolute cast, a tone encouraged by the Prince, as if designing to counterbalance the gravity of his morals in the morning, which Ramorny, who was read in old chronicles, had the boldness to liken to the continence of Scipio. The banquet, nothwithstanding the Duke's indifferent health, was protracted in idle wantonness far beyond the rules of temperance; and, whether owing simply to the strength of the wine which he drank, or the weakness of his constitution, or, as it is probable, because the last wine which he quaffed had been adulterated by Dwining, it so happened that the Prince, towards the end of the repast, fell into a lethargic sleep, from which it seemed impossible to rouse him.
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