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, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! | Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. |
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Our tears are not yet brew'd. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: