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" A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers... "
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Page 44
by William Shakespeare - 1908
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King Henry V

William Shakespeare - 1992 - 264 pages
...had been any christom child. A parted e'en just 10 between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'the tide, for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way. For his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green...
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Four Histories

William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 pages
...been any christom child; 'a parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'th'tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John?' quoth I, 'What, man,...
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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pages
...had been any christom child; a* parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' ur workings in a second nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: ' what, man!...
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Henry V

William Shakespeare - 1998 - 356 pages
...it had been any christom child. A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o'th' tide - for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's io 7 wheresome'er wheresoever. OED's last citation of the word in this sense: its last citation...
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Henry V

William Shakespeare - 2000 - 164 pages
...he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom,36 if ever man went to Arthur's bosom: a made a finer end, 10 and went away an it had been any christom child. A...even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th'tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers'...
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The Works of John Dryden, Volume 13

John Dryden - 1956 - 682 pages
...Falstaff's death to his companions: "a' parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way." Given the previous quotation there is some likelihood...
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Who's who in Shakespeare

Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 pages
...narrate the pathetic circumstances of the old man's death : Falstaff, Sir John Falstaff, Sir John A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom...upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way . . . 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man, be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out, 'God, God, God...
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Henry V. EG: The Shakespeare Folios

William Shakespeare - 2001 - 272 pages
...had been any christom child. 'A parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'th' tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way: for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green...
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Henry V

Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - 40 pages
...A. , 14 The death of Falstaff A parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'the tide, for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way. Ivr lits nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green...
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Orson Welles on Shakespeare: The W.P.A. and Mercury Theatre Playscripts

Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 pages
...had been any christom child. 'A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green...
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