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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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Why, let the strucken deer go weep, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Wherefore was that cry? That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Weep our sad bosoms empty.