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. Exercises in Reading and Recitation - Sivu 43muokkaaja - 1828 - 251 sivuaKoko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Fred R. Shapiro, Associate Librarian and Lecturer in Legal Research Fred R Shapiro - 2006 - 1067 sivua
...statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Julius Caesar act 3, sc. 2, 1. 181 (1599) 121 I say How much pain have cost us the evils which have...Letter to John Adams, 8 Apr. 1816 See Twain 148 43 So Julius Caesar act 3, sc. 2, 1. 188 (1599) 122 I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all,... | |
 | Matthew Steggle - 2007 - 158 sivua
...have tears, prepare to shed them now" (3.1.166) - and the second requires weeping in the present: Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of...Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here! He lifts Caesar s mantle Of course, the tears that Mark Antony... | |
 | Dale Carnegie - 2007 - 528 sivua
...his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Csesar fell. Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I and you,...fell down. Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Oh! now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls! what,... | |
 | Oliver Arnold - 2007 - 308 sivua
...people and all of Rome: Even at the base of Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then...you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. (3.2.190-94) The death of Caesar is not a universal blessing but a universal loss.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - 1280 sivua
...and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish! over us. O, now you weep; and, 1 perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious...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. FIRST... | |
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