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 cheerfully on the false trail they cry! And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Why, let the strucken deer go weep, She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; | Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
| And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; |
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Weep our sad bosoms empty. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. With open outcry, toward our monument.