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 the earnings potential is truly staggering! And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. To cry, "Hold, hold!" Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: That he should weep for her? What would he do, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet I cry thee mercy then; for I did think | With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, |
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: We cannot without circumstance descry. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength