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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Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. For I myself have many tears to wash Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- I cry you mercy: With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight,