No; one of us two must die.' 'Then, indeed, I must go,' said Dorothy, her voice trembling as she spoke; for although the words of the marquis were merry, she yet feared for her friend.
'Tut! tut! let the older marquis die: he has enjoyed the title; I have not.

Give him to Tom Fool: he will drown him in the moat.

He shall be buried with honour--under his rival's favourite apple-tree in the orchard.

What more could dog desire ?' 'No, my lord,' answered Dorothy.

'Will you allow me to take my leave?
If I only knew where to find my horse!' 'What! would you saddle him yourself, cousin Vaughan ?' 'As well as e'er a knave in your lordship's stables.