 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 117 Seiten
...or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 30 But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed, 34 Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble land at... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 297 Seiten
...shall send for you. (Exit Worcester.) KING HENRY (to Northumberland) You were about to speak. HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember,...leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble land at harvest... | |
 | Thomas Leech - 2001 - 313 Seiten
...ammunition to reinforce the intensity of that dislike. Recall Polonius's opening advice: "Rich, not gaudy." But I remember when the fight was done, When I was...leaning upon my sword, 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1280 Seiten
...your majesty: Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. HOTSPUR. _L means; And, my most noble friends, I pray you all and trimly drest, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reapt Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 222 Seiten
...your majesty. Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. Hotspur My liege, I did deny no prisoners; But I remember,...leaning upon my sword, 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - 1280 Seiten
...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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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, which ever and... 
