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 O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; The tears have got small victory by that; And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, I cry you mercy: Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, May sweep to my revenge. I do beweep to many simple gulls; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: