Again—
“Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,—and you, hostess;—he is very sick, and would to bed.…
Host. By my troth, he’ll yield the crow a pudding one of these days.”
Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The Duke of York, on the field of St. Albans, boasting of his victory over Lord Clifford, says, in reply to the Earl of Warwick:—
“The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
But match to match I have encounter’d him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov’d so well.”
Henry VI. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2.
FOOD FOR CROWS.
Cassius, on the eve of battle, augured a defeat because, as he said,—