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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I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- | Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' |
Our tears are not yet brew'd. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, I cry you mercy: I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. | The liquid drops of tears that you have shed |
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, To cry, "Hold, hold!" Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, - Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;
Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot