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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Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, To cry, "Hold, hold!" I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!