Shakspere metaphor.
This question sick between us,
By bleeding must be cured.
[24:2]And the one, left in the wood, says to the other, who goes to the presence of the lady whom both love—
You talk of feeding me, to breed me strength;
You are going now to look upon a sun,
That strengthens what it looks on.—Act III. scene i.
The two knights, about to meet in battle, address each other in these words:—
Pal. Think you but thus;
That there were aught in me which strove to shew
Mine enemy in this business,—were't one eye
Against another, arm opposed by arm,
I would destroy the offender;—coz, I would,
Though parcel of myself: then from this, gath|er
How I should tender you!
Arc. I am in la|bour
To push your name, your ancient love, our kin|dred,
Out of my memory, and i' the self-same place
To seat something I would confound.—Act V. scene i.
And afterwards their lady-love, listening to the noise of the fight, speaks thus:—
Shakspere metaphor.
Each stroke laments
The place whereon it falls, and sounds more like
A bell than blade.—Act V. scene v.