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Here , Tamora ; though grieved with killing grief . Tam . Where is thy brother
Bassianus ? 261 Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound : Poor
Bassianus here lies murdered . Tam . [ Giving a letter ] Then all too late I bring
this fatal writ ...
Here , Tamora ; though grieved with killing grief . Tam . Where is thy brother
Bassianus ? 261 Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound : Poor
Bassianus here lies murdered . Tam . [ Giving a letter ] Then all too late I bring
this fatal writ ...
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My grief was at the height before thou camest ; 70 And now , like Nilus , it
disdaineth bounds . Give me a sword , I'll chop off my hands too ; For they have
fought for Rome , and all in vain ; And they have nursed this woe , in feeding life ;
In ...
My grief was at the height before thou camest ; 70 And now , like Nilus , it
disdaineth bounds . Give me a sword , I'll chop off my hands too ; For they have
fought for Rome , and all in vain ; And they have nursed this woe , in feeding life ;
In ...
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What shall we do ? let us , that have our tongues , Plot some device of further
misery , To make us wonder'd at in time to come . Luc . Sweet father , cease your
tears ; for , at your grief , See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps . 140 Marc
.
What shall we do ? let us , that have our tongues , Plot some device of further
misery , To make us wonder'd at in time to come . Luc . Sweet father , cease your
tears ; for , at your grief , See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps . 140 Marc
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Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot : Thy niece and I , poor creatures ,
want our hands , And cannot passionate our tenfold grief With folded arms . This
poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast ; Who , when my heart
...
Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot : Thy niece and I , poor creatures ,
want our hands , And cannot passionate our tenfold grief With folded arms . This
poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast ; Who , when my heart
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Alas , poor man ! grief has so wrought on him , He takes false shadows for true
substances . 80 Tit . Come , take away . Lavinia , go with me : I'll to thy closet ;
and go read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old . Come , boy , and
go ...
Alas , poor man ! grief has so wrought on him , He takes false shadows for true
substances . 80 Tit . Come , take away . Lavinia , go with me : I'll to thy closet ;
and go read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old . Come , boy , and
go ...
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