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 king mine uncle is to blame for this: Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in Stop up the access and passage to remorse, Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. How that the guilty kindred of the queen Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, The sin of my ingratitude even now Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so, Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, How that the guilty kindred of the queen Within the guilty closure of thy walls Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. The taints and blames I laid upon myself, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. And then it started, like a guilty thing