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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Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; We cannot without circumstance descry.
O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: The tears have got small victory by that; That he should weep for her? What would he do, Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. My fate cries out, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.