 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 str.
...every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! l His keepers. Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the duke of Cleremont. Light. O, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 str.
...know not. Oh, would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I looked not thus, When for...France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord ! — this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 str.
...As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I looked not thus, 1 His keepers. When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while.... | |
 | 1865 - 708 str.
...dropp'd out from every vem, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, Ami there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart.... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1866 - 704 str.
...dropp'd out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 506 str.
...drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Ligld. 0, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - 420 str.
...drop out from every vein As d;'.iiiis water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, Light. O, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1850 - 492 str.
...drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes 1 Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the duke of Cleremont. 1 Ills keeper*. Light. O, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself... | |
 | sir John Scott Keltie - 1870 - 588 str.
...dropp'd out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd r a — Face. Nay, But understand : I'll give you compo thero uuhors'd tho Duke of Claremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie... | |
 | Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 262 str.
...I know not. 0 would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France." After a while, the king feels convinced that Lightborn has come to kill him; and yet he would fain... | |
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Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. 
