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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My fate cries out, I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- I would these dewy tears were from the ground. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Which you weep for. And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Which you weep for. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary