There was a silence of a minute.
At length Albany spoke.
"Royal brother," he said, "my princely nephew entertains with so much suspicion any admonition coming from my mouth, that I must pray your Grace yourself to take the trouble of telling him what it is most fitting he should know." "It must be some unpleasing communication indeed, which my Lord of Albany cannot wrap up in honied words," said the Prince.
"Peace with thine effrontery, boy," answered the King, passionately.
"You asked but now of the quarrel with the citizens.

Who caused that quarrel, David?
What men were those who scaled the window of a peaceful citizen and liege man, alarmed the night with torch and outcry, and subjected our subjects to danger and affright ?" "More fear than danger, I fancy," answered the Prince; "but how can I of all men tell who made this nocturnal disturbance ?" "There was a follower of thine own there," continued the King--"a man of Belial, whom I will have brought to condign punishment." "I have no follower, to my knowledge, capable of deserving your Highness's displeasure," answered the Prince.
"I will have no evasions, boy.

Where wert thou on St.Valentine's Eve ?" "It is to be hoped that I was serving the good saint, as a man of mould might," answered the young man, carelessly.
"Will my royal nephew tell us how his master of the horse was employed upon that holy eve ?" said the Duke of Albany.
"Speak, David; I command thee to speak," said the King.
"Ramorny was employed in my service, I think that answer may satisfy my uncle." "But it will not satisfy me," said the angry father.

"God knows, I never coveted man's blood, but that Ramorny's head I will have, if law can give it.

He has been the encourager and partaker of all thy numerous vices and follies.