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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The people in the street cry Romeo, To cry, "Hold, hold!" Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; To stop the inundation of her tears; And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; The tears have got small victory by that; Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. I would these dewy tears were from the ground. No, coz, I rather weep. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, I cry thee mercy then; for I did think Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; - Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: