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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They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, - Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears The tears have got small victory by that; Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. May sweep to my revenge. For I myself have many tears to wash Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote I for an Edward weep, so do not they:--