IVANHOE.
CHAPTER I.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
——————And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here
The mettle of your pasture—let us swear
That you are worth your breeding.
King Henry V..
Cedric, although not greatly confident in Ulrica's
message, omitted not to communicate her
promise to the Black Knight and Locksley. They
were well pleased to find they had a friend within the place, who might, in the moment of need,
be able to facilitate their entrance, and readily
agreed with the Saxon that a storm, under whatever disadvantages, ought to be attempted, as
