 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 492 pagine
...north ; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scats at a breakfaft, walhes his hands and fays to his wife, " fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. " O my fweet Harry, fays fhe, how many haft thou kill'd to day ? " Give my roan horfe a drench, fays he, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 540 pagine
...north ; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands and fays to his wife, " fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. " O my fweet Harry, fays me, how many haft thou kill'd to day ? " Give my roan horie a drench, fays he, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 584 pagine
...north ; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands and fays to his wife, " fie upon this quiet .life ! I want work. " O my fweet Harry, fays fhe, how many haft thou kill'd to day ? " Give my roan horfe a drench, fays he, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 530 pagine
...north; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands, and fays to his wife, Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. O my facet Harry y fays me, bow many baft tbou kill'd to-day? Give try roan borfe a drench, fays he, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 700 pagine
...north; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands, and fays to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my "' / am not yet of Percy's minJ,] The drawer's anfwer had interrupted the prince's train of difcourfe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 656 pagine
...north; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands, and fays to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I -want work, O my ' / am not yet of Percy's rtind,] The drawer's anfwer had interrupted the prince's train of difcourfe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 618 pagine
...north; he that kills me fome fix or feven dozen of Scots at a breakfaft, wafhes his hands, and fays to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my ' I am not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's anfwer had interrupted the prince's train of difcourfe.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 154 pagine
...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 ; he that...washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon Ms quiet life ! I want work. 0 my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day ? Give my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pagine
...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 ; he that...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — fye upon this quiet life ! I want uork. 0 my tweet Harry, says she, ho\e many hast thuu hilled... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 pagine
...His industry is—up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur of the north; he that...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 kilfd... | |
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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 ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife ' Fie... 
