But this peculiarity, while taking from the grace, added to the strength of his frame, which, spare, sinewy, and compact, showed to an observer that power of endurance, that combination of solid stubbornness and active energy, which, at the battle of Barnet, made him no less formidable to encounter than the ruthless sword of the mighty Edward.
"So, prince," said the duchess, "this new gentleman of the king's is, it seems, a Nevile.

When will Edward's high spirit cast off that hateful yoke ?" Richard sighed and shook his head.

The duchess, encouraged by these signs of sympathy, continued,-- "Your brother Clarence, Prince Richard, despises us, to cringe to the proud earl.

But you--" "I am not suitor to the Lady Isabel; Clarence is overlavish, and Isabel has a fair face and a queenly dowry." "May I perish," said the duchess, "ere Warwick's daughter wears the baudekin of royalty, and sits in as high a state as the queen's mother! Prince, I would fain confer with thee; we have a project to abase and banish this hateful lord.

If you but join us, success is sure; the Count of Charolois--" "Dear lady," interrupted Richard, with an air of profound humility, "tell me nothing of plot or project; my years are too few for such high and subtle policy; and the Lord Warwick hath been a leal friend to our House of York." The duchess bit her lip--"Yet I have heard you tell Edward that a subject can be too powerful ?" "Never, lady! you have never heard me." "Then Edward has told Elizabeth that you so spoke." "Ah," said Richard, turning away with a smile, "I see that the king's conscience hath a discreet keeper.