'Come down with me to the court, and you shall see a sight worth all the tirades of your romances.

An hundred firelocks, my friend, and as many broadswords, just arrived from good friends; and two or three hundred stout fellows almost fighting which shall first possess them.

But let me look at you closer.

Why, a true Highlander would say you had been blighted by an evil eye.

Or can it be this silly girl that has thus blanked your spirit.