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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There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Weep our sad bosoms empty. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet To cry, "Hold, hold!" Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- We cannot without circumstance descry. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!