"'Tis old
Mark Heathcote, true to his breeding and his name! he hath let off the
culverin upon the knaves! behold, they are already disposed to abandon
one who speaketh so boldly, and are breaking through the fences to the
left, that we may taste something of their quality. Now, bold Englishmen,
strong of hand and stout of heart, you have training in your duty, and
you shall not be wanting in example. You have wives and children at hand,
looking at your deeds; and there is one above, that taketh note of the
manner in which you serve in his cause. Here is an opening for your
skill; scourge the cannibals with the hand of death! On, on to the onset,
and to victory!"
Chapter XXIII.
_Hect_. Is this Achilles?
_Achil_. I am Achilles.
_Hect_. Stand fair, I pray thee--let me look on thee.
Troilus and Cressida.
It may now be necessary to take a rapid glance at the situation of the
whole combat, which had begun to thicken in different parts of the valley.
The party led by Dudley, and exhorted by Meek, had broken its order on
reaching the meadows behind the fort, and, seeking the covers of the
stumps and fences, it had thrown in its fire, with good effect, on the
irregular band that pressed into the fields.
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