 | Paul Corrigan - 2000 - 260 pages
...good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,... | |
 | John O'Connor - 2001 - 264 pages
...good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding - which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base. That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. 30 Disguise fair nature Hide your usually... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 272 pages
...good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding - which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,... | |
 | John O'Connor - 2001 - 102 pages
...20 30 40 54 Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding - which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pages
...good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble luster in your eyes I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 1958 - 336 pages
...good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,... | |
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And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see... 
