"Troth" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... all, the verdict of the people here is the verdict of the world. Edith, you don't want me. You cannot wish to call one husband whose dependence upon you will always make you blush for your choice. It was gratitude alone which prompted your decision. Confess that it was, and I give you back your troth. You need not be the old blind ...
— Darkness and Daylight • Mary J. Holmes
... YOUR troth was broken ere the trumpets blew; Into the fight with unclean hands you rode; Your spurs were sullied and the sword you drew Bore stain of outrage done ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, February 16, 1916 • Various
... these reports are to be trusted, and I guess they are, you've got about ten times as much at Bellevale as you have at Hazelhurst. And, as you say, the lady has claims. As an honorable man—an engaged man, who has received the plighted troth of a pure young heart—and a good financier, this Bellevale life demands resumption at your hands. Prepare, fellow citizen, to meet the difficulties of ...
— Double Trouble - Or, Every Hero His Own Villain • Herbert Quick
... for my winter's provand; thicker too at the chest, and with a jacket of London green cloth with brass buttons. Would the fishermen about the quay-head not lean over the gun'les of their skiffs and say, "There goes young Elrigmore from Colleging, well-knit in troth, and a pretty lad"? I could hear (all in my daydream in yon place of dingy benches) the old women about the well at the town Cross say, "Oh laochain! thou art come back from the Galldach, and Glascow College; what a thousand curious things thou must know, and ...
— John Splendid - The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn • Neil Munro
... shall give me three thumps on the back, and a great pinch by the cheek. Nurse. Ah, the poor thing! see now it melts; it's as full of good-nature as an egg's full of meat. Miss Hoyd. But, my dear nurse, don't lie now—is he come, by your troth? Nurse. Yes, by my truly, is he. Miss Hoyd. O Lord! I'll go and put on my laced tucker, though I'm locked up for a month for't. [Exeunt. MISS HOYDEN goes off capering, and twirling her doll ...
— Scarborough and the Critic • Sheridan
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