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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With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Which you weep for. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?