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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How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Weep our sad bosoms empty. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,--