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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Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. No, coz, I rather weep. The people in the street cry Romeo, Confidentiality assured. And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.--