Marlowe, Edward II. act iv. sc. 7.
The beast long struggled, as being like to prove
An awkward sacrifice,[8] but by the horns
The quick priest pulled him on his knees and slew him.
Marlowe, The First Book of Lucan.
Was I for this nigh wrecked upon the sea,
And twice by awkward wind from England’s bank
Drove back again unto my native clime?
Shakespeare, 1 Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2.
But time hath rooted out my parentage,