 | Frank Honywell Fenno - Elocution - 1912 - 306 pages
...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 I...your grief! 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1912
...must. Arth. And will you ? Hub. And I will. 40 Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I...head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, 84 dispiteous, pitiless. (B) chiefs, scarce in Shakespeare's 88 tjfect, purport, (n) time, were unknown... | |
 | William Allan Neilson - Poetry - 1912 - 282 pages
...you ? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows, The best I had, a princess wrought...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, ' What lack you ? ' and ' Where lies your grief ? ' Or, ' What good... | |
 | Sister Mary Domitilla - 1917
...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...grief?" 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... | |
 | George Pierce Baker - Drama - 1919 - 531 pages
...tcares, 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 I...like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922
...and less than kind. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 65. (See also LTLY) 10 When your head did but ache, I of safe discretion, That does affect it. Measure for...words- of several comedies. See his Eunuchus V. 9. 64 cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, "What lack you?" and, "Where lies rief?" Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 41. u... | |
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I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time... 
