 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 Seiten
...the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat Upon your brows' ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak*,...o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? 510 Roise. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence I My... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 Seiten
...add the death of you.. Mai. Merciful heaven! What, man! r.^.'er pull your hat upon your ' brows j ' Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not' speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. " 1 . Maid. My children too ? jlO Rasst. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. (Aacd.... | |
 | Daniel Bellamy - 1789 - 512 Seiten
...! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows \. Give forrow words ; the grief that does not fpeak Whifpers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. MACD. My children too ! ROSSE. Wife,, children, fervants, all that could be found. MACD. And I muft be from thence !— My wife kill'd tool ROSSE.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 646 Seiten
...his heart he was full woe," &c. Again : Give forrow words : the grief, that does not fpeak,' Whifpers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. MACD. My children too ? ROSSE. Wife, children, fervants, all That could be found. MACD. And I muft be from thence ! My wife kill'd too? ROSSE. I have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 Seiten
...ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give forrow words : the grief, that does not fpeak, Whifpers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. MACD. My children too ? ROSSE. Wife, children, fervants, all That could be found. MACD. And I muft be from thence 1 My wife kill'd too ? Rosse. I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 Seiten
...add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...thence ! My wife kill'd too ? Rosse. I have said. Mai. Be comforted : Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 Seiten
...manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven! — 77 Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants,...from thence ! My wife kill'd too? Rosse. I have said. Mai. Be comforted: Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 Seiten
...does not speak , \Vhispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macd, My children too ! Russe. "Wife, children, servants, all that could be found....must be from thence ! My wife kill'd too ! Rosse- I've said. . / Mai. Be comforted. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge , To cure this deadly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 Seiten
...To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch them.] To latch any thing, is to lay hold of it. 7 fee-grief,] A peculiar sorrow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 Seiten
...To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch them.] To latch any thing, is to lay hold of it. 7 fee-grief,] A peculiar sorrow... | |
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Merciful heaven ! What, man ? ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. 
