This is a time when the subjects in all countries rise against the law: we have heard of the insurgents of the Jacquerie in France; and of Jack Straw, and Hob Miller, and Parson Ball, among the Southron; and we may be sure there is fuel enough to catch such a flame, were it spreading to our frontiers.

When I see peasants challenging noblemen, and nailing the hands of the gentry to their city cross, I will not say I fear mutiny--for that would be false--but I foresee, and will stand well prepared for, it." "And why does my Lord Douglas say," answered the Earl of March, "that this cartel has been done by churls?
I see Sir Patrick Charteris's name there, and he, I ween, is of no churl's blood.

The Douglas himself, since he takes the matter so warmly, might lift Sir Patrick's gauntlet without soiling of his honour." "My Lord of March," replied Douglas, "should speak but of what he understands.

I do no injustice to the descendant of the Red Rover, when I say he is too slight to be weighed with the Douglas.

The heir of Thomas Randolph might have a better claim to his answer." "And, by my honour, it shall not miss for want of my asking the grace," said the Earl of March, pulling his glove off.
"Stay, my lord," said the King.