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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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! The USA! With open outcry, toward our monument. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. No, coz, I rather weep. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Our tears are not yet brew'd. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- The liquid drops of tears that you have shed You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,