Blackman was ever ready enough for a lawsuit, forsooth pined for one.
"Heart's Desire" by Emerson Hough
He must wait, forsooth, till the people come up to it and agree with him!
"American Eloquence, Volume II. (of 4) Studies In American Political History (1896)" by Various
Today he complains, forsooth, that the last buck we killed was killed on his ground, and by rights belonged to him.
"The Secret Chamber at Chad" by Evelyn Everett-Green
And to call him "poor Henry," forsooth!
"Gascoyne, The Sandal Wood Trader" by R. M. Ballantyne
He must hear from her own lips, forsooth, how she relishes this union.
"The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain The Works of William Carleton, Volume One" by William Carleton
Here's a long list of others, all of whom have been oppressed, forsooth.
"The Poor Scholar" by William Carleton
When our present police first appeared in their uniforms and black belts, another prophecy, forsooth, was fulfilled.
"Phelim O'toole's Courtship and Other Stories Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three" by William Carleton
Tell an honest man from a dishonest one, forsooth!
"The Voice in the Fog" by Harold MacGrath
I should like to see the man or woman either, forsooth, to stop me.
"The Knight of the Golden Melice" by John Turvill Adams
As though the world was always reasonable, forsooth!
"St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, May, 1878, No. 7." by Various
And now, forsooth, I tell ye,
Who listen to my strain,
That such a set of brothers
Will ne’er be seen again.
"The Heroes Of Dovrefeld (From The Old Danish)" by George Borrow
I brought a wealth of truest love,
The most that I could proffer,
Because, forsooth, of stocks or bonds
I had not one to offer.
"Outbid" by Ellis Parker Butler
Unwrinkled youth and grace, forsooth,
Speed hand in hand together;
The songs we sing
In time of spring
Are hushed in wintry weather.
"To Quintus Hirpinus" by Eugene Field
“What man is this with shield and spear
Comes riding down the bent to us?
A goodly man forsooth he were
But for his visage piteous.”
"Love's Reward" by William Morris
"Ho! Master Sam," quoth Sandys' sprite,
"Write on, nor let me scare ye;
Forsooth, if Rhymes fall in not right,
To Budgell seek, or Carey.
"Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad on the New Ovid's Metamorphosis" by Alexander Pope
With his lance’s haft the body he push’d,
The head came toppling down:
That the Giant was a warrior stark,
Forsooth, I am forc’d to own.
"Vidrik Verlandson (From The Old Danish) " by George Borrow