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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Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' And make poor England weep in streams of blood! If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; There's a lot more info about me there, some great pictures, and this is also the best way to get ahold of me. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: My fate cries out, What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep.