 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 Heroic Idiom of Shakespearean Tragedy - 64 psl.autoriai: James C. Bulman - 1985 - 254 psl.Ribota peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 psl.
...woman ! — His 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;...six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes bis hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my tioeet Harry, says... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 438 psl.
...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 sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou frilled to-day ? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 560 psl.
...woman ! — His 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...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — • Fye upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed... | |
 | 1826 - 508 psl.
...woman ? His 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,...or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his bauds, and says to his wife, — " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work." — " O my sweet Harry,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 514 psl.
...stairs, and down stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind s, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fye upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 558 psl.
...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 sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day ? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 psl.
...reckoning. I am not jet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kill-, me some six or seven do: Fye «ран this quiet life ! I tviint niork. О my sweet Harry t says she, hotv many hast thou killed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 346 psl.
...woman! — His industry is— up-stairs, and downstairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife,— Fye upon this spiiet life! I wantwork. O my sweet Harry, says she, havi many Aast thou killed to-day... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 psl.
...! — His industry ic — iin-stairs, and down- stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north...breakfast ; washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fit upon this quiet life ! I want work. — О ту Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sivoni... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 458 psl.
...down stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,p the Hot-: spur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fye upon this quiet life ! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day... | |
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