"Mark me, Hob of Ormiston! let me but crush Moray, Mar, and Morton under
my heel, and I will yet govern the kingdom of Scotland even as I curb
this fiery horse."
"A rare governor! thou who canst not govern thyself."
"Thou seest 'tis very likely yonder tall spectre in the gilt armour may
die soon."
"Gramercy me! I knew not that he ailed."
"None are so stupid as those who are resolved not to be otherwise," said
the Earl, angrily. "Men die every day about us without ailing. Dost
thou not understand me?"
"Devil take me if I do!"
"Oh, head of wood! I fear thou wilt never be lost by rashness."