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"Whore! (said I) that word I will engrave on thy traiterous Heart; at these words he leapt back and drew, I made at him with a great deal of Fury; but being appeased by some Blood I drew from him, I proffered him again the same conditions of Reconciliation; but his Rage made him deaf to Reason."

— Anonymous

Author

Anonymous

Work Title

Vertue Rewarded; or, the Irish Princess. A New Novel

Place of Publication

London

Publisher

Printed for R. Bentley

Date

1693

Metaphor

"Whore! (said I) that word I will engrave on thy traiterous Heart; at these words he leapt back and drew, I made at him with a great deal of Fury; but being appeased by some Blood I drew from him, I proffered him again the same conditions of Reconciliation; but his Rage made him deaf to Reason."

Metaphor in Context

Tho my blood boyled at the first sight of him, yet I dissembled my anger in publick, and told him that had something to impart to him, if he would take a walk with me into the Fields in the cool of the Evening; he consented, and we went out together; as we walked on talking, I drew him insensibly to a private place, and then retiring a little distance from him, I bade him draw: Sure you are in jest (said he) you will not draw that Sword against your Friend, which you have before now drawn in my defence: This Sword (said I) was drawn then for my Friend, but now against the worst of mine Enemies, one who has abused my Friendship, and my Sister's Love: Yet thus much I will give to our former Affection, Marry her, and solve up the Injury thou hast done her, and I will forgive thee mine: What, (said he) and are you turned a Bravo to hector me into Marriage? Know then that I will never do it, neither shall it ever be said, that Guzman valued his Honour so little, as to make a Wife of his Whore. Whore! (said I) that word I will engrave on thy traiterous Heart; at these words he leapt back and drew, I made at him with a great deal of Fury; but being appeased by some Blood I drew from him, I proffered him again the same conditions of Reconciliation; but his Rage made him deaf to Reason: We fought on, till one thrust I made at his Breast ended our difference, by his fall: I fled in all haste to the sea-side, whereby good chance there was a Ship under Sail bound for the Indies ; I went aboard her; Landed in America amongst some Souldiers, who were sent to re-inforce our Country Garrisons there [...]
(pp. 178-9)