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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O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, That he should weep for her? What would he do, That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Which you weep for. The tears have got small victory by that; Why, let the strucken deer go weep, With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. For I myself have many tears to wash Which you weep for. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! With open outcry, toward our monument. Weep our sad bosoms empty.