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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The tears have got small victory by that; Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? With open outcry, toward our monument. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! No, coz, I rather weep. Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. | So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. |
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps:
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,