 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 sider
...Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer* To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat Upon your brows' ;...Whispers the 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 sider
...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.... | |
 | 1799 - 618 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer, To add the death of yon. Malcolm. Merciful Heaven ! What, Man, ne'er pull your hat upon your brows, Give sorrow words ; the grief that docs not speak, Whispers the o'er fraught heart, and bids it break. Macduff. My children too ! There... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry4 of these murder'd deer. To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ;...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 sider
...manner, ^Vere on the quarry of these murther'd deer To add the death of you. Mai- Merciful Heav'n ! "What man ! ne'er pull your- hat upon your brows , Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak , \Vhispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macd, My children too ! Russe. "Wife, children,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,8 To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,8 To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 6 should not latch... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 sider
...with bats. gg. To break wind. To give vent to wind in the body. To BREAK, v. я. I. To part in two. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it treat. Statifean. Л. To burst. The clouds are still ihove ; and, while I speak, A, secoud deluge o'er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry 56 of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven !— What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ;...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 sider
...manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ;...words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er- fraught heart, and bids it" break. Macd. My children too ? .• Rosse. Wife, children, servants,... | |
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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'erfraught heart, and bids it break. 
