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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Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: May sweep to my revenge. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, For I myself have many tears to wash May sweep to my revenge. And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!