Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
.
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? For I myself have many tears to wash Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" | The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength |
Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" To stop the inundation of her tears;