Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' | O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, |
My fate cries out, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' The tears have got small victory by that; Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!"