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...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 ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must...

...you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon VODI brows ; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macdvff. My children too ? Kusse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macduff. And 1...

...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 ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must...

...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? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be...

...has wisely (whatever the worldly and ignorant may say) unloaded his full heart on paper — • • " The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break." which his editorial labours so frequently display. A darkness comes over his spirit, and the blue sky...

...severe affliction, is no where more beautifully described than by our author himself, in Macbeth: " The grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." He afterwards, it is true, makes an apology to Laertes on the score of temporary madness; and this...

...wayward boy ! To note the fighting conflict of her hue ! How white and red each other did destroy 3 ! " the grief that does not speak, " Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." STEEVENS. ' Free vent of words love's FIRE doth assuage.] Fire is here, as in many other places, used...

...of Electra's misery at UK' tidings of her brother's death ; for, as Malcolm observes to Macduff, • The grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break." Hence Sophocles with the same idea makes Jocasta in CEdipus, and the queen in Antigone, quit the stage...

...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 ? Hossc. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. , Mucil. And I must...