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.
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These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; My fate cries out, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Weep our sad bosoms empty. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, For I myself have many tears to wash O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think