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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Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, I cry you mercy: I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. I cry you mercy: How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. - And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal.
Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- The tears have got small victory by that; Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.