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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With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; | And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; |
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. | There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. |
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;