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.
The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies ... - Pągina 59
per William Shakespeare - 1823
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