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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How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, No, coz, I rather weep. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" We cannot without circumstance descry. May sweep to my revenge. I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Weep our sad bosoms empty.