But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage32 and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat34 and trimly dressed, 35 Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped35 Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home.36 He was perfumèd like a milliner,37 And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box,39 which ever and anon 40 He gave40 his nose and took’t away again, Who therewith angry,41 when
But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage32 and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat34 and trimly dressed, 35 Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped35 Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home.36 He was perfumèd like a milliner,37 And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box,39 which ever and anon 40 He gave40 his nose and took’t away again, Who therewith angry,41 when it next came there, Took42 it in snuff. And still he smiled and talked, And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught44 knaves, unmannerly, 45 To bring a slovenly45 unhandsome corpse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.46 With many holiday47 and lady terms He questioned48 me, among the rest demanded My prisoners in your majesty’s behalf. 5 I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,50 To be so pestered with a popinjay,51 Out of my grief52 and my impatience, Answered neglectingly53 I know not what, He should or should not. For he made me mad 55 To see him shine so brisk55 and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman56 Of guns and drums and wounds — ...
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