beteem

Be like for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

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.

So loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

So loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven... visit her face too roughly.

Be like for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

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.

So loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

So loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven... visit her face too roughly.