 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish! over us. S K b 0 but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.... | |
 | David Mahony - 2003 - 296 pages
...countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. (197) O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint...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.... | |
 | James Zager, William Shakespeare - 2005 - 70 pages
...my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 0 now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of...gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, (ANTONY holds up pictures of Caesar 's mutilated... | |
 | E. Beatrice Batson - 2006 - 198 pages
...effect on his audience is evident from these later words of Antony's concerning the listening citizens: O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint...gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.... | |
 | Oliver Arnold - 2007 - 362 pages
...Brutus stabbed, And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it . . O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint...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.... | |
 | Matthew Steggle - 2007 - 182 pages
...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...gracious drops. 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... | |
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Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 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... 
