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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Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! - The people in the street cry Romeo,
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.