"
"Ay, man, mind ye that?" said the king; "but he had other virtues, for
he was a tight huntsman, moreover, that Jock of Milch, and could
hollow to a hound till all the woods rang again. But he came to an
Annandale end at the last, for Lord Torthorwald run his lance out
through him.--Cocksnails, man, when I think of those wild passages, in
my conscience, I am not sure but we lived merrier in auld Holyrood in
those shifting days, than now when we are dwelling at heck and manger.
_Cantabit vacuus_--we had but little to care for."
"And if your Majesty please to remember," said the goldsmith, "the
awful task we had to gather silver-vessail and gold-work enough to
make some show before the Spanish Ambassador."
"Vera true," said the king, now in a full tide of gossip, "and I mind
not the name of the right leal lord that helped us with every unce he
had in his house, that his native Prince might have some credit in the
eyes of them that had the Indies at their beck."
"I think, if your Majesty," said the citizen, "will cast your eye on
the paper in your hand, you will recollect his name."
"Ay!" said the king, "say ye sae, man?--Lord Glenvarloch, that was his
name indeed--_Justus et tenax propositi_--A just man, but as obstinate
as a baited bull. He stood whiles against us, that Lord Randal
Olifaunt of Glenvarloch, but he was a loving and a leal subject in the
main.
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