I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.