 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 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 but behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 510 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd ovar 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 - 1831 - 528 страници
...countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.* 3, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint' of pity : these are gracious drops, iind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold 3ur Cxsar's vesture wounded?... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 страници
...countrymen! — Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us ! Oh, 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... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 страници
...there', my countrymen'! Then /', and you', and all of us', fell down', Whilst bloody treason nourished over us'. O', now you weep'; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity'! These arc gracious drops'. Kind souls'! What', weep you when you but behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded'?... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 страници
...was there, my countrymen ! Then I and you, and all of us, fell down ; Whilst bloody treason nourished 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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 496 страници
...was there, my countrymen ! Then I and you, and all of us, fell down ; Whilst bloody treason nourished over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity:—these are gracious drops. Good friends ! sweet friends ! Let me not stir you up To such a sudden... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1835 - 158 страници
...down [Loudly and with emphasis.] while bloody treason flourished over us. 560. [Softly and slowly.] Oh now you weep ; and I perceive you feel the dint of pity: — these are gracious drops. Kind souls! [Quickly, louder, and with strong emphasis.] What, weep you... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 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 but behold Our Ceesar'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. 
