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...body, as well as the passions of the mind, and he also testifies to this ancient practice. He says: "When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows." Again, Desdemona to Othello: "Why do you speak so faintly? Are you not well?" Othello: "I have a pain...

...Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows, — J 490 The best I had, a princess wrought it me, — And...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...

...— Have you the heart ? when your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher ahout your brows, (Tho best I had, a princess wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again. And Orlando's blood-stained napkin strikes the first sombre note in that exquisite woodland idyll, and...

...Arthur begging for his life can think of no better plea than the handkerchief he had given Hubert — Have you the heart ? when your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me) And I did never ask it you...

...John, Arthur hopes to mollify Hubert (who is about to torture Arthur) by reminding him of when he had "with my hand at midnight held your head; / And 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...

...eyes ? HUBERT DE BURGH. Young boy, I must. ARTHUR. And will you? HUBERT DE BURGH. And I will. ARTHUR. , I subscribe in silence. RICHARD PLANTAGENET. And I. VERN handkercher about your brows, — The best I had, a princess wrought it me, — And I did never ask...