O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which...
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of ... - Page 70
by William Shakespeare - 1809
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