be-get

Updated: May 6, 2025

For one I slay, you slay a score; and for one spoonful of blood I draw, you spill a tubful. The world is still gulled by shows. We soldiers vapour with long swords, and even in war be-get two foes for every one we kill; but you smooth gownsmen, with soft phrases and bare bodkins, 'tis you that thin mankind." "A sick chamber is no place for jesting," cried the physician.

Charles Reade - The Cloister and the Hearth