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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Weep our sad bosoms empty. This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash To cry, "Hold, hold!" May God Bless You, choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Edward and York. Then haply will she weep:
Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.