My wound shoots worse than ever.
[Miranda wipes and anoints the sword.
Mir. Does it still grieve you?
Hip. Now, methinks, there’s something laid just upon it.
Mir. Do you find no ease?
Hip. Yes, yes; upon the sudden all the pain
Is leaving me; Sweet heaven, how I am eased.
Lastly, in the Lay of the Last Minstrel, Scott alludes to this same superstition in the lines
But she has ta’en the broken lance
And washed it from the clotted gore