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 urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in
Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- For I repent me that the duke is slain. Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs. With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Which after-hours gives leisure to repent. She hath had too much wrong; and I repent The taints and blames I laid upon myself, We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. The king mine uncle is to blame for this: That ever yet this land was guilty of. I now repent I told the pursuivant, And then it started, like a guilty thing