THE REVELLERS
Cade. -- Where's d**k, the butcher of Ashford?
Dick. -- Here, sir.
Cade. -- They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter house.--SECOND PART OF KING HENRY V.
There could hardly exist a more strange and horrible change than had taken place in the castle hall of Schonwaldt since Quentin had partaken of the noontide meal there, and it was indeed one which painted, in the extremity of their dreadful features, the miseries of war -- more especially when waged by those most relentless of all agents, the mercenary soldiers of a barbarous age -- men who, by habit and profession, had become familiarized with all that was cruel and bloody in the art of war, while they were devoid alike of patriotism and of the ro
