 | Thomas Leech - 2001 - 328 str.
...reinforce the intensity of that dislike. Recall Polonius's opening advice: "Rich, not gaudy." But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 str.
...HENRY (to Northumberland) You were about to speak. HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble land at harvest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 str.
...misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. HOTSPUR. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I pray you all and trimly drest, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reapt Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 186 str.
...trimly dn Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new r« Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home. 35 He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger...his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again — Who therewith angry, when it next came the 40 Took it in... | |
 | Kathy Elgin - 2005 - 36 str.
...dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home: He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger...his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; HENRY IV PART 1 , ACT 1 , SCENE reap'd: shaved milliner: someone... | |
 | Kathy Elgin - 2005 - 36 str.
...dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home: He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger...his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; HENRY IV PART 1 , ACT 1 , SCENE 3 reap'd: shaved milliner:... | |
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My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat... 
