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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...  The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ... - Page 359 by William Shakespeare - 1813 Full view -
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