"Thou a true knight, and speak thus; were there not other work to do, I would e'en run a tilt with thee, to compel thee to forswear thy foul treason against the fair." "Better spend thy leisure in wooing Isoline; trust me, she will not be won ere wooed.

How now, Sir Knight of the Branch, has the fiend melancholy taken possession of thee again?
give her a thrust with thy lance, good friend, and unseat her.

Come, soul of fire as thou art in battle, why dost thou mope in ashes in peace?
Thou speakest neither for nor against these matters of love; wilt woo or scorn the little god ?" "Perchance both, perchance neither," replied the knight, and his voice sounded sadly, though he evidently sought to speak in jest.

He had fallen back from the side of Douglas during the previous conversation, but the flashing eye denoted that it had passed not unremarked.

He now rode up to the side of Lord Edward, keeping a good spear's length from Lord James, and their converse turning on martial subjects, became more general.