"Hah!" quoth she, "it is a great pleasure to me to fall in with you, Sir Launcelot, for all the world now bespeaketh your fame. Little did I ever think to behold your person, much less speak with you, and ride in this way with you. These knights he keepeth there in great dole and misery, for it is said that their groans may be heard by the passers along the high-road below the castle.

By the lips of his own servants, I am informed that he would have put her in his harem. "She fled from him and I hid her away, for I could not bear to deliver her up to the despoiler. "I love her she loveth me. Wilt thou not give her to me to wife? "Thine illustrious sire bespeaketh thy favor, out of Amenti. Behold his signet and its injunction.

I see it in the way he arranges his papers on the table. Everything in order. Everything put away into the smallest possible compass. All this bespeaketh the camp." "I don't believe he is a soldier, for all that," said I, thoughtfully. "He is too gentle." "The bravest soldiers, my little Gretchen, are ofttimes the gentlest," replied my father.

But finally the Mocenigo told her plainly: 'The reasons which avail in kingdoms are arms not questions of legality." "It is a theme for a comedy! And Carlotta ?" "Hath sailed again with new wisdom for Rhodes; or, perchance to plan some enterprise that bespeaketh her less mad." "She is not mad but brave!" cried the Dama Ecciva boldly.

Let them alone, that is, disturb them not; let them go on without control; let the devil enjoy them peaceably, let him carry them out of the world unconverted quietly. This is one of the sorest of judgments, and bespeaketh the burning anger of God against sinful men.

Say: This nature prideth itself in its relation to Our transcendent Truth, whilst We, for Our part, glory neither in it nor in aught else, for all beside Myself hath been created through the potency of My word, could ye but understand. 51 Say: We have revealed Our verses in nine different modes. Each one of them bespeaketh the sovereignty of God, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.

In her hand she had a lute of Indian make, which she laid in her lap and bending over it as a mother bends over her child, preluded in four-and-twenty modes, amazing all wits. Then she returned to the first mode and sang the following verses to a lively measure: The tongue of passion in my heart bespeaketh thee of me And giveth thee to know that I enamoured am of thee.