 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 548 str.
...a woman! His industry is — tip-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...fourteen "—an hour after ; " a trifle, a trifle." I prithee, call in Falstaff : 1 11 play Percy, and that damned brawn shall play dame Mortimer his wife.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 546 str.
...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, the Hotspur of the north...wife, — " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work." " 0 my sweet Harry," says she, "how many hast thou killed to-day ?" "Give my roan horse a drench,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 str.
...woman ! — His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life II want work. 0 my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day f Give my roan horse a drench,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 str.
...kills me some six or seven dozen Scots at a breakfast, washes his hand, and says to his wife, ' Fye upon this quiet life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she, 'how many hast thou killed to-dayT ' Give my roan horse a drench,' says he, and answers, 'Some fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 550 str.
...woman !— His industry is — upstairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...and says to his wife,— Fie upon this quiet life .' Iwant work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast them killed to-day 1 Give my roan horse a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 544 str.
...woman !— His industry is — upstairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! fa-ant •work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day 1 Give my roan horse... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 512 str.
...woman !— His industry is — lip-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north;...breakfast; washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie vpon this quiet life ! 1 want work. — О ту meet Harry, says ehe, haw many hast thou killen Unlay... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 928 str.
...woman ! His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. 's ?" " (iive my roan horse a drench," says he, and answers, "Some fourteen," an hour after; "a trifle,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 str.
...of a woman ! His industry is, up-stairs and downstairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. / " О my sweet Harry," says she, "how many best thou killed to-day?" "Give my roan horse a drench,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 916 str.
...eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North ; he thut kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,...Harry," says she, " how many hast thou killed to-day?" " (uve my roan horse a drench," says he, and answers, "Some fourteen," an hour after; "a trifle, a... | |
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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. 
