...add the death of you. X°L Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; ; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely....Cat. Ay, that I will ; and I'll be wise hereafter, Mac't. My children too ? Rossf. Wife, children, servants, all Tlmi could be found. Mi,'./. And I must...

...perilous stuff' that weighs upon the heart," but must rather aggravate and tighten the pressure. " Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." This is perhaps the cause of our backwardness to admit a comparison between Mrs. Siddons and Palarini,...

...deer, To add the death of you. Mal. 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 26 . Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I...

...deer,8 To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Basse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must...

...the perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart," but must rather aggravate and tighten the pressure. " Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak....Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." This is perhaps the cause of our backwardness to admit a comparison between Mrs. Siddons and Palarini,...

...perilous stuff' that weighs upon the heart," but must rather aggravate and tighten the pressure. " Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." This is perhaps the cause of our backwardness to admit a comparison between Mrs. Siddons and Palarini,...

...add the death of you. Mai. 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 break26. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And...

...to every faculty, or desire, but those of pouring out the gathered gall that frets within me ; — " the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." Tes. Come, then — " give sorrow words." — This is your day, Sensitive: — I, who, yon know, am...

...overflowing with its woes, it found relief in the voice that soothed, in the ear that listened to them. " The grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." I regret I cannot tell it in her own words ; yet they would be nothing without the tones and action...

...patient and entreat me fair, Or with the clamorous report of war Thus will I drown your exclamations. 16 Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and hids it break.' Duch. Art thou my son ? K. Rich. Ay ; I thank God, my father, and yourself. Duch. Then...