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 for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Weep our sad bosoms empty. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. The tears have got small victory by that; Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- To cry, "Hold, hold!" Wherefore was that cry? Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Low Prices choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,