...industry is — lip-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that...breakfast; washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie vpon this quiet life ! 1 want work. — О ту meet Harry, says ehe, haw many hast thou killen Unlay...

...His industry is, up-stairs and downstairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet > 1 / " О my sweet Harry," says she, "how many best thou killed to-day?" "Give my roan horse a drench,"...

...industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet " O my sweet Harry," says she, " how many hast thou killed to-day ?" " (iive my roan horse a drench,"...

...industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reekoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — " Fic upon this quict life ? I want work." " O my sweet Harry," says she, " How many hast thou...

...eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North ; he thut kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,...wife, — " Fie upon this quiet life! I want work." "O my sweet Harry," says she, " how many hast thou killed to-day?" " (uve my roan horse a drench,"...

...two days since I saw the prince, vtt tin ¿ao,er 2; p. 342a: lie that kills me [Dativus ethicus !] 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. О my sweet Harry, says she, how many ha-t thou killed to day?...

...unable to bear the rod they had given, endeavoured by open war to depose him, and perished.'^ Follow to "the Hotspur of the North ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, * Wright's Essays on " Mediaeval English Literature," &c. i. 123. t WE Surtees, in " Richardson's Table...

...expletive. 77. — he will weep you, an 't were a man born in April. — Tr. and Cr. 1. 2. 78. — the Hotspur of the north, he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, &c. — 1 H. IV. 2. 1. 79. — my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on —...

...industry is — upstairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet ph, ut a breakfnst, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work."...

...of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some sii rince, t5ic count, signior 1 Ŷ D Đ B"3 1856"+ Sh town this quiet life ! 1 want work. O my sicect ffarry, says she, how many hast thou killed today?...