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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Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. I cry you mercy: Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' I do beweep to many simple gulls; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! - With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!"