twankingly

Updated: May 3, 2025

I am bound over to keep the peace, like Captain Bobadil Ha, knight, did you hear my bones clatter? that blow came twankingly off the fellow might inflict the bastinado, were it in presence of the Grand Seignior he has no taste for music, knight is no way moved by the 'concord of sweet sounds. I will warrant him fit for treason, stratagem, and spoil Eh? all down in the mouth well I'll go to sleep to-night on a bench, as I've done many a night, and I will be ready to be hanged decently in the morning, which never happened to me before in all my life

Sir Walter Scott - Woodstock; or, the Cavalier