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 Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and ... - Page 614
by William Shakespeare - 1851
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