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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...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...

...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 work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed...

...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?...

...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...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,"...

...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 : he that...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...

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

...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...

...down-stairs ; hi« eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. lam not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur оГ the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen...breakfast; washes his hands, and says to his wife, — /»•'. I am а гарте, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours tuzcihtr....

...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...wife, — 'Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.' — ' O my sweet Harry,' says she, ' how many hast thou killed to-day ? ' — ' Give my roan horse...