Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6.
I bear a charmed life.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear