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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That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, For it must seem their guilt. And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, That I am guiltless of your father's death, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; The king mine uncle is to blame for this: Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, I now repent I told the pursuivant, Put not another sin upon my head As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. For it must seem their guilt.