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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That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it And make poor England weep in streams of blood! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' My fate cries out, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, | Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. |
There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.