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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I cry thee mercy then; for I did think I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' | I would these dewy tears were from the ground. |
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
Out of those 50,000 e-mails only 0.2% responded with orders. And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Our tears are not yet brew'd. Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? How can we aid you with our kindred tears?