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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, show 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 the only means of liberating the prisoners now in the hands of the cruel Front-de-Boeuf.