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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Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Not even $50.00... That I have? He would drown the stage with tears How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death,
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. We cannot without circumstance descry. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Weep our sad bosoms empty. I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: The people in the street cry Romeo, It is the cry of women, my good lord. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,