"Wouldst thou defend this base deed on plea, forsooth, that Comyn was a traitor?
Traitor--and to whom ?" "To the man that trusted him, my liege; to him he falsely swore to second and to aid.

To every law of knighthood and of honor I say he was a traitor, and deserved his fate." "And this to thy sovereign, madman?
To us, whose dignity and person have been insulted, lowered, trampled on! By all the saints, thou hast tempted us too far! What ho, there, guards! Am I indeed so old and witless," he muttered, sinking back again upon the couch from which he had started in the moment of excitement, "as so soon to forget a knightly nobleness, which in former days would have knitted my very soul to his?
Bah! 'tis this fell disease that spoke, not Edward.

Away with ye, sir guards, we want ye not," he added, imperatively, as they approached at his summons.

"And thou, sir earl, take up thy sword, and hence from my sight a while;--answer not, but obey.

I fear more for mine own honor than thou dost for thy head.