 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good lore may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would...service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafly love, And call it cunning ; Do, an if you will : If heaven be pleas d that you must use me ill,... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 346
...hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...my love was crafty love, And call it cunning : do, and if you will : If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...call it cunning ; do, an if you will ; If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...call it cunning • do, an if you will ; If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...? Hub. Young boy, I must. Ar. And will you ? Ar. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best...call it cunning : do, an if you will : If Heaven be pleased that you will use me ill, Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? — These eyes, that... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, where...to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. i Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it cunning ; Do, an if you will : If heaven... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 508
...must. Arth. And will you ? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best...call it cunning: do, an if you will. If heaven be plcas'd that you will use me ill , Why , then you must — Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes ,... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 524
...hand at midnight held your head, • And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where...call it cunning : do, an if you will : If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes 7 These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 672
...hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time : Saying, "What lack you?" and,...And call it cunning : do an if you will : If heaven he pleased that you must use me ill, Why then you must.— Will you put out mine eyes " These eyes,... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 900
...hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief 1 Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a...call it cunning : do, an if you will : If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes 1 These eyes,... | |
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Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if... 
