 | Naomi Conn Liebler - 1995 - 290 sider
...(pardon me) I do not mean to read, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,...Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. (Ill.ii. 130-7) These lines recall John Heywood's interlude, The Four PP (printed 1544), whose Pardoner's... | |
 | Robert C. Kochersberger - 1994 - 300 sider
...together, and are treasured to-day by the original owners or their children. They "dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,...Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue." On Tuesday morning, when the White House was opened, it was practically the whole population, augmented... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 sider
...me, 1 do not mean to read,— And they would go and kiss dead Czsar's wounds, And dip their napkins FOURTH CITIZEN. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. CITIZENS. The will, the will! we will hear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 276 sider
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 | McGuffey - 1997 - 718 sider
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 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 308 sider
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 | 1984 - 508 sider
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 | Lewis Copeland, Lawrence W. Lamm, Stephen J. McKenna - 1999 - 978 sider
...And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, heg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within...Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. FOURTH CITIZEN. We'll hear the will; read it, Mark Antony, ALL. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1959 - 1394 sider
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tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within... 
