 | William Shakespeare - 1787 - 694 trang
...train. Lyf. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek fo pale ? How chance the rofes there do fade fo faft ? Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well...tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true love never did run fmooth.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 460 trang
...Lys. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? 131 Her. Belike, for want of rain } which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah, me ! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 582 trang
...Hf.8.. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could veil Bcteem them1 from the tcmpefl of mine eyes. Lrs. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true love J never did run fmooth : * Beteem tkem — ] Give them, beftow upon them. The word is ofcd by bpenicr.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 594 trang
...train. Lrs. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek fo pale ? How chance the rofes there do fade fo faft ? HER. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lrs. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 trang
...LYSANDER. How now, my love ? why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Hermia, for ought that ever \ could read, Could ever hear by tale or history,... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 trang
...LYSANDER. How now, my love ? why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the fempest of mine eyes. Lys. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read, Could ever hear by t;.le or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 408 trang
...I•.yf. How now, ray Jove? Why is your check ibpale? How chance the rotes there do fade fo fall ? Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempefl of mine eyes. I.yf. Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 424 trang
...Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them.5 from. the tempest of mine eyes.. Lyi. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth : But, either it was different in blood ; Her.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 556 trang
...train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. The. course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in... | |
 | Edmund Spenser - 1805 - 554 trang
...Beteeme to yoii] That is, give, deliver, to you, as Shakfpeare ufes the word in Midf. Night Dream : " Belike for want of rain, which I could well , " Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes." . , • •• • • • UPTON. Ibid. • this fioord] The fword, which he intended for Braggadochio.... | |
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Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. 
