 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 lapas
...his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur 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. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 lapas
...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, — fye upon this quiet life ! I want uork. 0 my tweet Harry, says she, ho\e... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 154 lapas
...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 upon Ms quiet life ! I want work. 0 my sweet Harry, says she, how many... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 488 lapas
...his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,5 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, — * / am not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's answer had interrupted the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 lapas
...his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,5 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, — * - / am not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's answer had interrupted the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 502 lapas
...his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur 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. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 lapas
...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,—Fye upon this quiet life! I want work. O, my street Harry, says she, how many... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 494 lapas
...bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind , the Hot-spur 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 quite life ! J want work, O my street Harry , says she, how... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 400 lapas
...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 upon this quiet lite ! — I want work." — " O my sweet Harry," says... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 lapas
...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 upon this quiet life ! — I want work." — " O my sweet Harry," says... | |
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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. 
