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...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 ; he that...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...

...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 ; he that...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...