“I’ve run to tell ye,” said the junior shepherd, supporting his exhausted youthful frame against the doorpost, “that you must come directly. Two more ewes have twinned — that’s what’s the matter, Shepherd Oak.”

Forſake thy king and do but ioyne with me And we will triumph ouer al the world.

Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war.

She should have died hereafter; / There would have been a time for such a word.