 Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box...  The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Strana 21podľa William Shakespeare - 1908Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Počet stránok 632
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...milliner; And 'twixt his, finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again; Who, therewith angry, when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Počet stránok 494
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new'reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Počet stránok 154
...to your majesty. Hot. 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...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - Počet stránok 418
...SHAKESPBAR.E. CHAP. XXI. • Hotspur's Description of a Fop. A. do remember , when the fight was done , "When I was dry with rage , and extreme toil, Breathless...leaning upon my sword , Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd; Fresh as a bridegroom , and his chin , new re Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Počet stránok 480
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Počet stránok 356
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home:9 He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box,1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Počet stránok 502
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble land at harvest-home : He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb... | |
 | 1806 - Počet stránok 408
...COURTIER. (SHAKESPEARE.) MY Liege, I did deny no prisoners 5 But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless...leaning upon my sword ; Came there a certain lord, neat, trimiy dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new reap'd, Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest-home.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Počet stránok 494
...when the fight was douc, "YYIicn I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, lenning upon my sword, Came there a certain Lord, neat, and...bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble land at harvest-home: He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his liiuer and his thumb... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Počet stránok 382
...fault, and not my son. Hot. 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...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest... | |
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