Reading The First Part of henry the Fourth, with the life and Death of Henry Sirnamed Hot-spurre

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Prin.

That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words

then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a Woman. His indu

stry is vp‑staires and down‑staires, his eloquence the par

cell of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percies mind, the Hot

spurre of the North, he that killes me some sixe or seauen

dozen of Scots at a Breakfast, washes his hands, and saies

to his wife; Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my

sweet Harry sayes she, how many hast thou kill'd to day?

Giue my Roane horse a drench (sayes hee) and answeres,

some fourteene, an houre after: a trifle, a trifle. I prethee

call in Falstaffe, Ile play Percy, and that damn'd Brawne

shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. Riuo, sayes the drun

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