 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.  The Works of William Shakespeare - Page 318by William Shakespeare - 1894Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 154 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 - 1806 - 502 pages
...at midnight. [Re-enter Francis with wine.~\ What's o'clock, Francis ? Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than...work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou kilfd to-day? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 494 pages
...words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! — His industry is — upstairs, and downstairs ; bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet...his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quite life ! J want work, O my street Harry , says she, how many hast thou kilVd to-day ? Give my roan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 pages
...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 - 1808 - 400 pages
...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. I am not...hands, and says to his wife — " Fie upon this quiet lite ! — I want work." — " O my sweet Harry," says she, " how many hast thou killed today?" —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 454 pages
...at midnight. [Ke-enter FUANCIS with wine.] What's o'clock, Francis i Fran, Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than...breakfast, washes his hands and says to his wife, — Fye ufion this quiet life I I -want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 424 pages
...at midnight. [Re-enter FRANCIS with Wine."} What's o'clock, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fye upon this quiet life ! I want worlc. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 478 pages
...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. I am not...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Pie upon this quiet life ! I want work. — O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed... | |
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