Walter Scott,
The Fair Maid of Perth — Chapter XXX
(1828)
“ But we shall die of gloom yonder. Neither mirth, music, nor maidens — ha!" said the heedless Prince. "Pardon me, noble Duke; but, though the Lady Marjory Douglas be departed, like an errant dame in romance, to implore succour of her doughty sire, there is, I may say, a lovelier, I am sure a younger, maiden, either presently at Falkland or who will soon be on the road thither. Your Highness has not forgotten the Fair Maid of Perth?" "Forget the prettiest wench in Scotland! No — any more than thou hast forgotten the hand that thou hadst in the Curfew Street onslaught on St. Valentine's Eve." ”
