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And if amongst these examples, I may adde one of a brother of mine, called Captain Saint Martin, a man of three and twentie yeares of age, who had alreadie given good testimonie of his worth and forward valour, playing at tennis, received a blow with a ball, that hit him a little above the right eare, without apparance of any contusion, bruse, or hurt, and never sitting or resting upon it, died within six houres after of an apoplexie, which the blow of the ball caused in him.
Bruse reeled on his saddle; the dread right hand of D'Aumale fell lopped by the axe; De Graville, hurled from his horse, rolled at the feet of Harold; and William, borne by his great steed and his colossal strength into the third rank there dealt, right and left, the fierce strokes of his iron club, till he felt his horse sinking under him and had scarcely time to back from the foe scarcely time to get beyond reach of their weapons, ere the Spanish destrier, frightfully gashed through its strong mail, fell dead on the plain.
Overjoyed, the knight rushed forth, to fall by the axe of that stubborn defender. "Sorcery," cried Fitzosborne, "sorcery. This is no man, but fiend." "Spare him, spare the brave," cried in a breath Bruse, D'Aincourt, and De Graville.
Snails also were used externally: "To anoint the Ricketed Childs Limbs and to recover it in a short time, though the child be so lame as to go upon crutches: "Take a peck of Garden Snailes and bruse them, put them into a course Canvass bagg, and hang it up, and set a dish under to receive the liquor that droppeth from them, wherewith anoint the Childe in every Joynt which you perceive to be weak before the fire every morning and evening.
Forward! it is the Dead that wheel our war-steeds round the living!" On rush the Norman knights. But Harold is already in the breach, rallying around him hearts eager to replace the shattered breastworks. "Close shields! Hold fast!" shouts his kingly voice. Before him were the steeds of Bruse and Grantmesnil. At his breast their spears: Haco holds over the breast the shield.
As for me, I was "taken all aback," and hastened to assure her that nothing approaching so astonishing an event had ever come within the range of my experience. I hated to suggest it to her, but I have a lurking suspicion that the catastrophe had some not too distant connection with the "brewis." By the way, all right-minded Newfoundlanders and Labradormen call it "bruse."
Swinging aloft with both hands his axe, the spear of Grantmesnil is shivered in twain by the King's stroke. Cloven to the skull rolls the steed of Bruse. Knight and steed roll on the bloody sward. But a blow from the sword of De Lacy has broken down the guardian shield of Haco. The son of Sweyn is stricken to his knee.
Forward! it is the Dead that wheel our war-steeds round the living!" On rush the Norman knights. But Harold is already in the breach, rallying around him hearts eager to replace the shattered breastworks. "Close shields! Hold fast!" shouts his kingly voice. Before him were the steeds of Bruse and Grantmesnil. At his breast their spears: Haco holds over the breast the shield.
"Lives there any other man in the wide world whose arm could have wrought that feat?" exclaimed Bruse, the ancestor of the famous Scot. "Nay," said Harold, simply, "at least thirty thousand such men have I left at home! But this was but the stroke of an idle vanity, and strength becomes tenfold in a good cause."
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