 My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...  The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy ... - Page 228by William Shakespeare - 1805Full view - About this book
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...your majesty: Hither envy, therefore, or misprision I s guilty of this fault, and not my son. HOTSPUR. now how or which way and trimly drest, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reapt Show'd Like a stubble-land at harvest-home;... | |
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