

Let the show go on! shouted Canty.  What, Nan!--what, Bet! mannerless
wenches! will ye stand in the Princes presence?  Upon your knees, ye
pauper scum, and do him reverence!

He followed this with another horse-laugh.  The girls began to plead
timidly for their brother; and Nan said--

An thou wilt but let him to bed, father, rest and sleep will heal his
madness:  prithee, do.