...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 a drench,"...

...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 a drench,"...

...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 a drench,"...

...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...

...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 a drench,"...

...His industry is — upstairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning, lam not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that...and says to his wife, — "Fie upon this quiet life! Iwantwork." "O my sweet Harry," says she, "how many hast thou killed to-day?" "Give my roan horse a...

...reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur ol the north : he that kills me some six or seven l ne dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and...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,"...

...industry is — up stairs, and down stair*; hi« eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not j « are Scot« at i breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his »ife Fye upon tliit auiet life ! I iron/...

...mere expletive. 77. — he will vieepyou, 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 —...

...up stairs, and down stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind8, 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. 0 my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day...