Oh, would to Heaven that you knew my Cornelius; Monseigneur!" "He is a De Witt!" cried Boxtel.

"His Highness knows only too much of him, having once granted him his life." "Silence!" said the Prince; "all these affairs of state, as I have already said, are completely out of the province of the Horticultural Society of Haarlem." Then, knitting his brow, he added,-- "As to the tulip, make yourself easy, Master Boxtel, you shall have justice done to you." Boxtel bowed with a heart full of joy, and received the congratulations of the President.
"You, my child," William of Orange continued, "you were going to commit a crime.

I will not punish you; but the real evil-doer shall pay the penalty for both.

A man of his name may be a conspirator, and even a traitor, but he ought not to be a thief." "A thief!" cried Rosa.

"Cornelius a thief?
Pray, your Highness, do not say such a word, it would kill him, if he knew it.