 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 554 pages
...right time« Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that the doublet ; four, through the horn kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast ; н ashes his hands, and says to his wire, — Fie upon tkii i¡uir¡ ¡(fe ! 1 iraní wort.— 0... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 522 pages
...words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! His industry is — up stairs, and down stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet...his hands, and says to his wife, — 'Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.' — ' O my sweet Harry,' says she, ' how many hast thou killed to-day ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pages
...than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! — His industry is — up stairs, and down stairs; his mber, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, 40) the Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, wnshes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pages
...than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! — His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet...his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day? Give my roan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pages
...— up-stairs, and down-btairsj his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of IVi с V.- mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me...his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. — 0 my tweel Harry, says she, How many luat thon killed to-day ? — time... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pages
...! — His industry is — up-stairs, and down stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. 1 lliam Fve upon this quiet life ! I u-ant work. O mi/ sweet Harru, says she, how many hast thou kittfd to-day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 pages
...than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! — His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet...his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day? Give my roan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 pages
...words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman !— His industry is—up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet...at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife,—Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1839 - 490 pages
...down stairs, and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. Well, I am not yet of Percy's mind, that Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or...his hands, and says to his wife,—" Fie upon this quiet life, I want work." " Oh, my sweet Harry," says she, " how many hast thou killed to-day ?" "... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pages
...words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman !—His industry is—up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, 7 the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes... | |
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I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. 
