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" I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. "
The lady's trial. The sun's darling. The witch of Edmonton. Fames memorial ... - Page 253
by John Ford - 1869
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The Works of John Dryden, Volume XIII: Plays: All for Love, Oedipus, Troilus ...

John Dryden - Literary Criticism - 1985 - 672 pages
...to his companions: "a" parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th" tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way." Given the previous quotation there is some likelihood...
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Fifty Classic British Films, 1932-1982: A Pictorial Record

Anthony Slide - Performing Arts - 1985 - 168 pages
...alL" ABOVE: Mistress Quickly (Freda Jackson) witnesses the death of Falstaff (George Robey); "For when I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and snule upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way. . . ." BELOW: Henry's wedding to Katherine...
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Chimes at Midnight: Orson Welles, Director

Orson Welles - Performing Arts - 1988 - 356 pages
...Christian child. 'A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o" the tide; for after 1 saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's ends, 1 knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he babbl'd o'...
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Henry V

William Shakespeare - Biography & Autobiography - 1998 - 356 pages
...any christom child. A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o'th' tide - for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's io 7 wheresome'er wheresoever. OED's last citation of the word in this sense: its last citation...
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The Works of John Dryden, Volume 13

John Dryden - English drama - 1956 - 682 pages
...to his companions: "a' parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way." Given the previous quotation there is some likelihood...
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Henry V

Jennifer Mulherin - Drama - 2001 - 40 pages
...The death of Falstaff A parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'the tide, for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way. Ivr lits nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green...
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The Loves of Shakespeare's Women

Susannah York, William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 124 pages
...any christom child; 'a parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way for his nose was as sharp as a pen and 'a babbled of green...
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Orson Welles on Shakespeare: The W.P.A. and Mercury Theatre Playscripts

Orson Welles - Drama - 2001 - 342 pages
...any christom child. 'A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green...
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Henry V. EG: The Shakespeare Folios

William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 272 pages
...any Christome Child: a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One, eu'n at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I saw him fumble with the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and smile vpon his fingers end, I knew there was but one way; for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table...
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Henry V and the Disappearing Playhouse

John O'Connor - Art - 2001 - 102 pages
...any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th' tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play wi'th'...and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was 80 but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John?'...
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