...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, he that...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, Tie upon this quiet life, I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry' says she, 'how many hast thou killed today?'...

...welcome the emergence of a new 'Hotspur', who according to Shakespeare's Henry IV was a man who: . . . kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,...his wife, "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work".' Why this change of attitude among so many of the English? It is difficult to continue to love your...

...them directly with his own: I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that kills him some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes...his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life, I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she, 'how many hast thou killed today?' 'Give my roan horse a drench,' says...

...criticizing Hotspur. Another of Hotspur's critics is Prince Hal himself. "I," he says, "am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that...his 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 a drench', says...

...this present twelve a clock at midnight'. While they are waiting he dispatches Hotspur the fire-eater: 'he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots...his 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 a drench," says...

...woman! His industry is upstairs and downstairs, his eloquence the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that...his wife "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work." "O my sweet Harry," says she, "how many hast thou killed today?" "Give my roan horse a drench," says...

...into? Poins may be tactfully calling attention to 88—9 I am ... mind This sudden shift of subPercy's mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that kills me some...his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life, I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry', says she, 'how many hast thou killed today?' 'Give my roan horse a drench', says...