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...equivocally forfcri'lW and weight, 3 That is, Revive by my kifs. No better than a ftye ? — O, fee, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt : — My...lord !— O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole * is fallen ; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men : the odds is gone, And...

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...of me? fhall I abide In this dull world, which in thy abfence is No better than a ftye ? — O, fee, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt : — My...lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole7 is fallen; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men : the odds is gone, And there...

...me ? fhall I abide . In this dull world, which in thy abfence is No better than a ftye ? — O, fee, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt : — My...lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole is fallen ; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men : the odds is gone, And there...

...me ? fhall I abide In this dull world, which in thy abience is No better than a ftye ? — O, fee, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt : — My...lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole is fallen ; young boys, and girls. Are level now with men : the odds is gone, And there...

...this dull world, which in thy abfence is No better than a ftye ? — O, fee, my women, The crown cT the earth doth melt :— My lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole is fallen ; young boys, and girls, Are level now with men : the odds is gone, And there...

...countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now, my spirit is going ; I can no more. [Dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me...dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a stye ? — O, see, my women, The crown o'the earth doth melt : — My lord ! — ; O, wither'd is the...

...countryman, a Roman, by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more. [dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me?...dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a stye?—O, see, my women, The crown o' the earth doth melt:—My lord!— 0, wither'd is the garland...

...Valiantly vanquish'd. Now, my spirit is going; I can no more. [Dies. Cleo. Noblest of men, woo'tdie? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is ' into heaviness,] Heaviness is here used equivocally for sorrow and weight. 4 Quicken wth kissing;]...