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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Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Wherefore was that cry? Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,