 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 Works of John Sheffield: Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke ... - Sivu 297tekijä(t) John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham - 1729 - 400 sivuaKoko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 sivua
...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?... | |
 | Richard Courtney - 1995 - 274 sivua
...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. (191-195) The crowd is about to riot when Antony stops them: Good friends, sweet friends, let me not... | |
 | McGuffey - 1997 - 718 sivua
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 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 248 sivua
...countrymenl 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... | |
 | Napoleon Hill - 2000 - 590 sivua
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 | Harry Pauley - 2000 - 462 sivua
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 | Susan Sontag - 2001 - 402 sivua
...speech of reproach and incitement, declaiming to the lofty air and then to her when he comes to O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel the dint of pity. These are gracious drops. But there was something novel, no, unfamiliar, no, familiar, in the words... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 sivua
...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?... | |
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