One knows not how to sift the false from the true.

But the men of London--ay, there is the peril--they all stand sullen when we of the Red Rose pass by, and scarce a voice calls 'God save the king.' If Edward of York were to succeed in reaching the city--" "But he must not--he shall not--he cannot!" cried young Edward, with flashing eyes.

"What! shall the proud crest of my great father-in-law stoop before the traitorous host of York?
Fie on thee, Paul! talk not to me of defeat.

Nay, after we have heard the holy mass of this glad Easter day, let us rather to horse and away--you and I together, Paul, as we have done times before--and let us not draw rein till we ride into the victorious camp of the king my father, and hear the glad welcome we shall receive from his brave host.
"O Paul, I have had my moments of doubt and desponding, but they are all past now.

I come to claim my kingdom, and to place a crown upon the brow of my lovely bride.