The Collaborative International Dictionary
Attonce \At*tonce"\, adv. [At + once.]
At once; together. [Obs.]
--Spenser.
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adv. (obsolete form of at once English)
Usage examples of "attonce".
Which when as Archimago heard, his griefeHe knew right well, and him attonce disarmd:Then searcht his secret wounds, and made a priefeOf euery place, that was with brusing harmd,Or with the hidden fire too inly warmd.
So both attonce him charge on either side,With hideous strokes, and importable powre,That forced him his ground to trauerse wide,And wisely watch to ward that deadly stowre:For in his shield, as thicke as stormie showre,Their strokes did raine, yet did he neuer quaile,Ne backward shrinke, but as a stedfast towre,Whom foe with double battry doth assaile,Them on her bulwarke beares, and bids them nought auaile.
Sharpely they all attonce did him assaile,Burning with inward rancour and despight,And heaped strokes did round about him haileWith so huge force, that seemed nothing mightBeare off their blowes, from percing thorough quite.
So perfect in that art was Paridell,That he Malbeccoes halfen eye did wyle,His halfen eye he wiled wondrous well,And Hellenors both eyes did eke beguyle,Both eyes and hart attonce, during the whyleThat he there soiourned his wounds to heale.
So furiously each other did assayle,As if their soules they would attonce haue rentOut of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayleAdowne, as if their springes of life were spent.
Soone as she vp out of her deadly fitArose, she bad her charet to be brought,And all her sisters, that with her did sit,Bad eke attonce their charets to be sought.
By this the other came in place likewise,And couching close his speare and all his powre,As bent to some malicious enterprise,He bad him stand, t'abide the bitter stoureOf his sore vengeaunce, or to make auoureOf the lewd words and deedes, which he had done:With that ran at him, as he would deuoureHis life attonce.
There is continuall spring, and haruest thereContinuall, both meeting at one time:For both the boughes doe laughing blossomes beare,And with fresh colours decke the wanton Prime,And eke attonce the heauy trees they clime,Which seeme to labour vnder their fruits lode:The whiles the ioyous birdes make their pastimeEmongst the shadie leaues, their sweet abode,And their true loues without suspition tell abrode.