 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ; . Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel 'The dint of pity ! These are gracious drops. Kind souls ! What, weep you when you behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | Caleb Bingham - 1820 - 226 страници
...down; Whilst bloody treason floinish'd over- us. (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell' O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity ! These are gracious drops. Kind souls ! What, weep you when you but behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 454 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd 3 over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity 4 : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 448 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd3 over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity4: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ; Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity ! These are gracious drops. Kind souls ! W hat, weep you when you behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 346 страници
...was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity :' these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ; Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : — these are gracious drops. Kind souls ! What, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 444 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, "Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. — O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls ! What, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 482 страници
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 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 530 страници
...was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. — O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops, Kind souls ! What, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
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O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 
