I watched Rob Roy last night. I love the scene where his wife goes to ask the Duke for help. She says:
It was not done for Your Grace but for his own honour, which he holds dearer than myself or his sons, his clan or kin, and for which I have oft chided him. But it is him and his way, and were he other, he would not be Robert Roy McGregor. …
And though I love his honour, it is but a moon-cast shadow to the love I bear him.
But I had forgotten the scene near the end where she does anything but “chide” him concerning his honor:
Robert: It was me who was wrong. You were right when you told me I must have it my own way. It’s that which brought all this on us. I should have packed my pride and given Montrose his way.
And all this has come on us, all this you have endured. …Mary: And wrong would have been done you!
Robert: And what of the wrong done you, wrong past bearing?
Mary: No, not past bearing. … Not if I have my Robert, and he has himself. And you would not, not if you had done a lesser man’s bidding.
‘Honour is the gift a man gives himself.’ You told our boys that.
Would you have stolen from yourself that what makes you Robert McGregor?Robert: Oh, my Mary. How fine you are to me. (more…)