 That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.  Select Plays; A Midsummer Night's Dream - Page 71by William Shakespeare - 1879 - 147 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1866 - 540 pages
...two months dead! nay, not so much, nottwo : So excellent a king.... So loving to my mother, That ne might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! .... And yet, within a month, Let me not think on 't; — Frailty, thy name is woman!.... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - Readers - 1862 - 610 pages
...months dead !—nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion* to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth I Must I remember ? Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woman !— A little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 pages
...dead ! — nay, not so much, not two ; So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 188 pages
...months dead ! nay, not so much ; not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem* the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown... | |
 | Swynfen Jervis - 1868 - 386 pages
...rain, which I could well Beteeni them from the tempest of mine eyes. Midsummer-Niijhfs Dream, L 1. So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet, i 2. To BETHINK. To consider ; to call to mind ; to reflect. Borneo that spoke him fair, bade... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 586 pages
...months dead! — nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the...winds of heaven . . •. . Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! | Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, s As if increase of appetite had grown... | |
 | Edward Thring - English language - 1868 - 392 pages
...spend it at thy will. p. 237. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt. That it should come to this! So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. p. 239. * First Clause wanting. Would the night were come! p. 243. Sc. j. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel... | |
 | Richard Webster Huntley - English language - 1868 - 82 pages
...Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes." — Shakespeare, Midsum. Night's Dream, act i. sc. 1. " That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly." — Shakespeare, Hamlet, act i. sc. 2. BIDE. To stay, to dwell : Bidon, Saxon. " Pisano. — If not... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 pages
...uses of this world ! Act i. Sc. 2. That it should come to this ! Act i. Sc. 2. Hyperion to a satyr ! so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Act i. Sc. 2. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Act... | |
 | John O'Meara - Hamlet - 1991 - 120 pages
...two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown... | |
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