 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 556 pagina’s
...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 dint8 of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 pagina’s
...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 Cesar's vesture wounded?... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 pagina’s
...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 Caesar's «esture wounded... | |
 | Caleb Bingham - 1829 - 234 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pagina’s
...my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.4 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 Csssar's vesture wounded?... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 820 pagina’s
...; It nurseth sadness ; and your body's print. Like to a grave, the yielding down doth dint. Donne. Now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity. S/iaktpeare. Julius Caeiai , Neither vainly hope To be invulnerable in these bright arms, Though tempered... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
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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. 
