1 Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him.
2 I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves.
3 He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.'
4 Who was the Thane lives yet, But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose.
5 As thick as tale Came post with post; and everyone did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.
6 To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
7 He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
8 Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
9 What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or th Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl.