KING DAVID.
Meanst thou to fight, Douglas? we are too weak.
DOUGLAS.
I know it well, my liege, and therefore fly.
COUNTESS.
My Lords of Scotland, will ye stay and drink?
KING DAVID.
She mocks at us, Douglas; I cannot endure it.
COUNTESS.
Say, good my Lord, which is he must have the Lady,
And which her jewels? I am sure, my Lords,
Ye will not hence, till you have shared the spoils.
KING DAVID.
She heard the messenger, and heard our talk;
And now that comfort makes her scorn at us.
[Another messenger.]
MESSENGER.
Arm, my good Lord! O, we are all surprised!
COUNTESS.
After the French ambassador, my liege,
And tell him, that you dare not ride to York;
Excuse it that your bonny horse is lame.
KING DAVID.
She heard that too; intolerable grief!
Woman, farewell! Although I do not stay…