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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And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's The tears have got small victory by that; Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Why am I doing this? Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.