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- George Herbert

The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;

White is their colour, and behold my head.

But must they have my brain? must they dispark

Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?

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A fight involving three or more individuals, teams, or factions; fought until one person, team, or faction is left standing.

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1st Outlaw: Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; If not, we’ll make you sit, and rifle you. Speed: Sir, we are undone! these are the villains That all the travellers do fear so much. Val: My friends,— 1st Out: That’s not so, sir, we are your enemies. 2d Out: Peace! we’ll hear him. 3d Out: Ay, by my beard, will we; For he’s a proper man.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

The nocturnal adventures of Gurth were not yet concluded; indeed he himself became partly of that mind, when, after passing one or two straggling houses which stood in

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