Heart-blood

[…] I am not your king / Till I be crown’d and that my sword be stain’d / With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster; […]

What we haue done, / our hart bloud shall maintaine.

We shall not need here to call you to mind about the Massacres that were in Ireland, Paris, Piedmont, and other places: where the godly in the night, before they were well awake, had, some of them, their heart blood running on the ground.

[…] both his cheeks / Were hot and scarlet as the first live rose / The shepherd’s heart-blood ebbed away into, / The faster for his love.