The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

THE FORTUNES OF NIGEL. 283
"We'll have a warrant, man," said Richie, " and the hue and cry, to
boot."
" We will have no such thing," said Jenkin, " if I am to go with you. I
am not the lad to betray any one to the harmanbeck. You must do it by
manhood if I am to go with you. I am sworn to cutter's law, and will sell
no man's blood."
"Aweel," said Richie, "a wilful man must have his way; ye must think
that I was born and bred where cracked crowns were plentier than whole
ones. Besides, I have two noble friends here, Master Lowestoffe of the
Temple, and his cousin Master Ringwood, that will blithely be of so gallant,
a party."
"Lowestoffe and Ringwood!" said Jenkin; "they are both brave gallants-they will be sure company. Know you where they are to be found?"
" Ay, marry do I," replied Richie. "They are fast at the cards and dice,
till the sma' hours, I warrant them."
":They are gentlemen of trust and honour," said Jenkin, "and, if they
advise it, I will try the adventure. Go, try if you can bring them hither,
since you have so much to say with them. We must not be seen abroad
together. - I know not how it is, Master Moniplies," continued he, as his
countenance brightened up, and while, in his turn, he filled the cups, "but
I feel my heart something lighter since I have thought of this matter."
" Thus it is to have counsellors, Master Jenkin," said Richie, "and truly
I hope to hear you say that your heart is as light as a lavrock's, and that
before you are nlany days aulder. Never smile and shake your head, but
mind what I tell you - and bide here in the meanwhile, till I go to seek
these gallants. I warrant you, cart-ropes would not hold them back from
such a ploy as I should propose to them."
The thieves have bound the true men-Now, could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London.
SHENRY IV. PAnT I.
TIm sun was high upon the glades of Enfield Chase, and the deer, with
Lwhich it then abounded, were seen sporting in picturesque groups among
the ancient oaks of the forest, when a cavalier, and a lady on foot, although
in riding apparel, sauntered slowly up one of the long alleys which were
cut through the park for the convenience of the hunters. Their only attendant was a page, who, riding a Spanish jennet, which seemed to bear a heavy
cloak-bag, followed them at a respectful distance. The female, attired in
all the fantastic finery of the period, with more than the usual quantity of
bugles, flounces, and trimmings, and holding her fan of ostrich feathers in
one hand, and her riding-mask of black velvet in the other, seemed anxious,
by all the little coquetry practised on such occasions, to secure the notice
of her companion, who sometimes heard her prattle without seeming to
attend to it, and at other times interrupted his train of graver reflections, to
reply to her.
"Nay, but, my lord-my lord, you walk so fast, you will leave me behind
you. —Nav, I will have hold of your arm, but how to manage with my mask
and my fan? Why would you not let me bring my waiting-gentlewoman to
follow us, and hold my things? But see, I will put my fan in my girdle,
soh!-and now that I have a hand to hold you with, you shall not run away
from me."