—-Flower of warriors, How is’t with Titus Lartius? MARCIUS.—As with a man busied about decrees, Condemning some to death and some to exile, Ransoming him or pitying, threatening the other.

CORIOLANUS

The captive Abbot’s features and manners exhibited a whimsical mixture of offended pride, and deranged foppery and bodily terror.

“Why, how now, my masters?” said he, with a voice in which all three emotions were blended. “What order is this among ye? Be ye Turks or Christians, that handle a churchman?—Know ye what it is, ‘manus imponere in servos Domini’? Ye have plundered my mails—torn my cope of curious cut lace,