"The sword is out That must destroy thee."

"Hippolyta, I woo’d thee with my sword."

"Let this my sword report what speech forbears."

"O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs."

"I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip."

"I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man. I’ll slash, I’ll do it by the sword."

"Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath."

"I’ll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin."

"Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o’er …"

"Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them."