These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart. Henry VI., Act IV., Sc. VI.
The blood weeps from my heart. Henry IV—2d, Act IV., Sc. IV.
I send it through the rivers of your blood, Even to the court, the heart—to the seat o’ the brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins, From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. Coriolanus, Act I., Sc. I.
The tide of blood in me Hath proudly flow’d in vanity, till now; Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty. Henry IV—2d, Act V., Sc. II.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopped. Macbeth, Act II., Sc. II.
——my heart, * * * The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up. Othello, Act IV., Sc. II.
I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear, be dy’d Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart. Henry VI—3d, Act I., Sc. II.
Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my heart! Richard II., Act III. Sc. II.
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day’s work. Henry VI., Act I., Sc. III.
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir. Henry VI—3d, Act I., Sc. I.