 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 стор.
...Countrymen ! The n I, and you, and all or" us fell down, Whilft bloody Treafon flourish 'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of Pity; thefe are gracious drops. Kind Souls! what weep you, when you but behold Our Gefar's Vefture wounded ? Look you... | |
 | John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham - 1729 - 438 стор.
...burft his mighty Heart ; Then in his Mantle muffling up his Face, Under a croud of Villains, C.ESAR fell. Oh what a Fall was there, my Countrymen ! Then...flourifh'd o'er our Heads. Oh now you weep, and I pereeive you feel The dint of Pity, thefe are worthy drops. JfUnd Souls, what weep you when you but... | |
 | John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham - 1729 - 428 стор.
...burft his mighty Heart j Then in his Mantle muffling up his Face, Under a croud of Villains, C^SAR fell. Oh what a Fall was there, my Countrymen ! Then I, and you, and Rome itfclf too fell, While bloody Treafon flourifh'd o'er our Heads. Oh now you weep, and I perceive you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 480 стор.
...his face, Even at the Bafe of Pompey's ftatue, (Which all the while ran blood,) great C<efar fell. 0 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 j and, I perceive,... | |
 | John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham - 1740 - 480 стор.
...burft his mighty Heart > Then in his Mantle muffling up his Face, Under a Croud of Villains, C^SAR fell.' Oh! what a Fall was there, my Countrymen !...feel The Dint of Pity ; thefe are worthy Drops. Kind Souls! what! weep you when you but behold Our Our C^SAR'S Vefture torn ? Oh ! then look here ? Here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 стор.
...his face, Even at the bafe of Pompey's ftatue which All the while * 'ran with blood,x great C<efar fell. Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all or us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flourifh'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 352 стор.
...his face, Even at the bafe of Pmtfy's ftatue which All the while ran with blood, great Cafar fell. О what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon flouriih'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 352 стор.
...countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilft bloody treafon ftourifii'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity ; theft are gracious drops. Kind fouls ! what, weep you when you but behoU Our Cttfar's vefture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 стор.
...his face, £ven at the bafe of Pompey's ftatue, (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 i Whilft bloody treafon flouriih'd over us. 0 now you weep ; and, I perceive, you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 450 стор.
...his face, Even at the Bafe of Pomprfs flatue, (Which all the while ran blood,) great C<efar fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down : Whilft bloody treafon ftouriQi'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you... | |
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O what a fall 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... 
