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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Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, For I myself have many tears to wash Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! I would these dewy tears were from the ground. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. To stop the inundation of her tears; How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: