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: To stop the inundation of her tears; No more salty or bitter taste. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; I cry you mercy: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! I cry thee mercy then; for I did think And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Weep our sad bosoms empty. To cry, "Hold, hold!" You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.