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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Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. It is the cry of women, my good lord. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; To stop the inundation of her tears; For I myself have many tears to wash Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!