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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| Our tears are not yet brew'd. |
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Wherefore was that cry? Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" That I have? He would drown the stage with tears