Henry IV.1, [1.3.29-35]. Hotspur. “My liege, I did deny no prisoner./ 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 and trimly dress’d,/ Fresh as a bridgroom, and his chin new reap’d/ Showed like a stubble-land at harvest home.”
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Riverside: Harvest-home is the end of the harvest, when fields are neat and bare.
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