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 cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.