Then the tre deepe minced, far chopt dooth terrifye swinckers With menacing Becking thee branches palsye before tyme, Vntil with sowghing yt grunts, as wounded in hacking.
"A History of English Literature Elizabethan Literature"
George Saintsbury
But now the pen was caught suddenly from my fingers, the paper torn in shreds, and there was Master Pottery shaking us both by the hand, nodding and Becking, and smiling the while all over his big red face.
"The Splendid Spur"
Arthur T. Quiller Couch
What are these faces that are Becking and mowing at her?
"Doctor Cupid"
Rhoda Broughton