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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It is the cry of women, my good lord. May sweep to my revenge. To cry, "Hold, hold!" To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Which you weep for. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; No, coz, I rather weep. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! We cannot without circumstance descry. Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,