"You should not speak thus.

You have done your share." "Yes, my share; but I should like to do more.

Oh, St.Andrew, ask it for me that I may die with sword aloft and my grandsire's cry upon my lips.

Yes, yes; thus, not like a worn-out war-horse in his stall.

There, pardon me; but in truth, my children, I am jealous of you.