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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, — fye upon this quiet life ! I want uork. 0 my tweet Harry, says she, ho\e many hast thuu hilled...

...His industry is—up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur of the north; he that...at a breakfast, washes his hands," and says to his wife,—Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou kilfd...

...up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,5 the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — * / am not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's answer had interrupted the prince's train of discourse....

...up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,5 the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — * - / am not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's answer had interrupted the prince's train of discourse....

...industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur 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 kilfd to-day? Give my roan horse a drench, says he;...

...up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind,9 the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six...breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fy ufion this quiet life! I want 9 lam not yet of Percy's mind,] The drawer's answer had interrupted...

...His industry is — upstairs, and downstairs ; bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind , the Hot-spur of the north ; he that...his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quite life ! J want work, O my street Harry , says she, how many hast thou kilVd to-day ? Give my roan...

...!—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...at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife,—Fye upon this quiet life! I want work. O, my street Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed...

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