“Will Hilt to hand yet be restored? Take me up, thy mother's sword.”

“I wish thy way. And when in me myself should rise, and long for something otherwise, Then Lord, take sword and spear And slay.”

“With a sword thou mayest kill thy father, and with a sword thou mayest defend thy prince and country.”

“She reached for the hilt of her sword, but like a flash he drew the dagger that was at his waist and held it at her throat with his other hand pressed behind her neck.“Now, now princess, that is not the proper way to behave. I have not even threatened you,” he looked her over, “yet.”

“Once you take sword in your hand, you will lose your right to talk about the peace! Man of peace and love never takes the sword in his hand!”

“whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm.yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.”