CLOTEN.Thou Villain base,Know'st me not by my Clothes?
Never was a War did cease(Ere bloody hands were washed) with such a Peace.
CAIUS LUCIUS.Thy Master in bleeding: say his name, good Friend.FIDELE (IMOGEN).Richard du Champ: If I do lie, . . .I'll hide my Master from the Flies, as deepAs these poor Pickaxes can dig:. . .CAIUS LUCIUS.And make him with our Pikes and PartisansA Grave:
CORNELIUS.Which I gave him for Cordial, she is served,As I would serve a Rat.
. . . [Pyrocles] who sat (as on horse back) having nothing upon him but his shirt, which being wrought with blue silk and gold . . . —The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia (1593)
POSTHUMUS.Hang there like fruit, my soul,Till the Tree die.
MORGAN (BELARIUS).. . . then was I as a TreeWhose boughs did bend with fruit. But in one night,A Storm, or Robbery (call it what you will)Shook down my mellow hangings: nay, my Leaves,And left me bare to weather.
JUPITER.This Tablet lay upon his Breast, whereinOur pleasure, his full Fortune, does confine,
CHRISTOPHER.At Pembroke, or at Hertford West in Wales.—Richard III
IMOGEN.To this same blessed Milford. And by the wayTell me how Wales was made so happy . . .
CAPTAIN.The Senate hath stirred up the Confiners,And Gentlemen of Italy, most willing Spirits,That promise Noble Service: and they comeUnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo,Syenna's Brother.
DEMETRIUS.Thou told'st me they were stolen into this wood;And here am I, and wood within this wood,Because I cannot meet my Hermia.Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.HELENA.You draw me, you hard-hearted Adamant,But yet you draw not Iron, for my heartIs true as steel.
CALIBAN.Do not torment me prithee:I'll bring my wood home faster.STEPHANO.He's in his fit now;and does not talk after the wisest; . . .
CYMBELINE.Neuer was a Warre did cease(Ere bloodie hands were wash'd) with such a Peace.
1598 J. Manwood Lawes Forest xviii. §9 Bloudy hand is, where a man is found coursing in the Forest . . . and is any manner of way imbrewed with bloud, . . .
Bloody-hand, one of the four kinds of Trespasses in the King's Forest, by which the Offender being taken with his Hands or other Part bloody, is judg'd to have killed the Deer, tho he be not found Hunting or Chasing.
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