Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: Which you weep for.
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- It is the cry of women, my good lord. May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Weep our sad bosoms empty. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; I cry you mercy: They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.