"By heaven and hell! they shall repent this, be it mine own son who hath been thus insolent.

Speak out, I tell thee, as thou lovest thy life, speak out; drive me not mad by this cautiously-worded tale.

Who hath dared trample on authority mine own hand and seal hath given--who is the traitor?
Speak out, I charge thee!" and strengthened by his own passion, the king sate upright on his couch, clenching his hand till the blood sprung, and fixing his dark, fiery eyes on the earl.

It was the mood he had tried for, and now artfully and speciously, with many additions, he narrated all that had passed the preceding day in the castle-yard of Berwick.

Fiercer and fiercer waxed the wrath of the king.
"Fling him in the lowest dungeon, load him with the heaviest fetters hands can forge!" were the words first distinguished, when passion permitted articulation.