 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 724 pàgines
...very bafe whereon Pompey'* Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flourifh'dg over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : 9 thefe are gracious drops. Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caefar's vefture... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 372 pàgines
...face, i Which ,all the while ran blood, great C*far fell, • Even at the bafeof Pompey's ftatue. ' O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! ' Then I and you, and all of us fell down, • Whilft bloody tfeaibu fiourifh'd over us. • O, now you weep-; and I perceive you feel ' The dint... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pàgines
...muffling up bis fjce, Even at the baft of Pompcy's liatue, Which all the while ran blood, great Citfar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilll bloody treafon flourilh'd over ui. O, now you weep ; and, 1 perceive, you feel The dint of pity... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pàgines
...muffling up his face, Even at the bafe of Pompy's ftatue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cajar fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down : Whilft bloody treafon flourifh'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 654 pàgines
...muffling up his face, Even at the bafe of Pompey's ftatua. Which all the while ran blood,2 great Caefar fell, O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flourifh'd 3 over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 638 pàgines
...his face, Even at the bafe of Pompey's ftatua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caefar fell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon ftourifh'd over us. 0, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 408 pàgines
...muffling up his face, ! Evea at the bafe of Pompey's ftatue, Which all the while ran blood, great Csefar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, •and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flourifh'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 pàgines
...muffling up his face, Even at the bafe of Pompey's ftatua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caefar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flourifli'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 384 pàgines
...was there, my countrymen J. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon fiouriuYd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : thefe are gracious drops. Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but beiiold Our Cxfar's vefture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 pàgines
...mantle muffling up his face, « Even at the base of Pompey's statua/ Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen...us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.3 O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint4 of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind... | |
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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. 
