 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 154 страница
...Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! Elis industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence,...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 страница
...Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman I—- His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his...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 страница
...should have fewer 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....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 страница
...FRANCIS with Wine^\ What's o'clock, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 488 страница
...FRANCIS with Wine.] What's o'clock, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 502 страница
...with wine.~\ What's o'clock, Francis ? Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of...and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou kilfd to-day? Give my roan horse a drench,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 страница
...Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! — Flis industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence,...the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,9 the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 страница
...should have fewer 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....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 hast thou killed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 494 страница
...with wine.] What's o'clock , Francis ? Fran. Anon, anon, Sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of...woman! — His industry is — upstairs, and downstairs ; bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind , the Hot-spur of the north... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 страница
...words Uian a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! — His industry is — up-stairsand down-stairs; hi* eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur of the north; he (h.it kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife,... | |
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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. 
