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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With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, | How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! |
May sweep to my revenge. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: It is the cry of women, my good lord. For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: