Old Noll had a noose of hemp ready for horse-stealers, were they for King or for Parliament.
Standing behind me, jerking at the noose, he commanded me to hold up my hands.
If he were hanged for it he had run his craig into the noose.
He shook out the noose of his rope, and it sang as it whirled in the air.
Wait till you see me slipping my neck into a noose held by your fingers.