wage

My life I never held but as a pawn / To wage against thine enemies

I fear the power of Percy is too weak / To wage an instant trial with the King.

Thenne said Arthur I wille goo with yow / Nay said the kynges ye shalle not at this tyme / for ye haue moche to doo yet in these landes / therfore we wille departe / and with the grete goodes that we haue goten in these landes by youre yeftes we shalle wage good knyghtes & withstande the kynge Claudas malyce

Setting our sights back on King’s Landing, where the Last War will be waged, makes a lot of sense, even if it does feel a bit anticlimactic after last week’s deadly, blustery maelstrom.

Thou that doest liue in later times, must wage / Thy workes for wealth, and life for gold engage.