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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Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! The tears have got small victory by that; Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. I do beweep to many simple gulls; Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed The liquid drops of tears that you have shed That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur For I myself have many tears to wash
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, - Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty!
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: