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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They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's No, coz, I rather weep. Weep our sad bosoms empty. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? With open outcry, toward our monument. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; It is the cry of women, my good lord. Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Not only are tens of thousands of workers and managers being downsized out of their companies, but also thousands of men and women are tired of the corporate rat race and want to retreat to a home-based business.