 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 you will. If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.  The Works of Shakespeare ... - Page 90by William Shakespeare - 1907Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 508 pages
...you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? The« eve», that never did, nor never shall, So much os frown on you ? Hub. I have sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Jlrth. Ah, none, butin this iron age, would do it ! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 pages
...be pleased that you must use me ill, ^hy then yon must.— Will you put out mine eyes ? These eye«, R 悀 1 ꂾ 漀 0 ? Huí. I have sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out. АтЛ. Ah, none but in this... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1854 - 352 pages
...: do, and if you will: If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Why, then you must.—Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? And with hot irons must I burn them out. Hub. I have sworn to do it; Arth. Ah, none, but in this... | |
 | Anna Cora Ogden Mowatt Ritchie - 1856 - 436 pages
...you put out mine eyes ? These eyes, that never did nor never shall So much as frown on you ? Hubert. I have sworn to do it, And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arthur. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it! The iron, of itself, though heat red hot, Approaching... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 pages
...crafty love, And call it cunning : Do, and if you will : If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes...it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ay, none, but in this iron age, would do it ! The iron of itself, though heat red hot, Approaching... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 394 pages
...crafty love, And 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 ? —...I have sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I bum them out. Ar. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it ! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,... | |
 | Richard Greene Parker - 1857 - 152 pages
...apparently determined manner] And I will. 565. [With a very earnest, sorrowful, and entreating manner] Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, so much as frown on you ? 566. [In a rough manner, but still struggling to conceal his pity] I have sworn to do it; and with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 596 pages
...crafty love, And call it cunning: do, an if you will. If heaven be pleas'd that you will use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes , that never did , nor never shall 13 So much as frown on you? *) Das thorichte Nass der Augen verjagt die mitleidlose Tortur, welche... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 pages
...heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes? eyes ? HUB. I have sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out. ABTH. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would doit! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching... | |
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