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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And then it started, like a guilty thing And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs. Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: By cock, they are to blame. The taints and blames I laid upon myself, Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, For it must seem their guilt. I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. Give me my sin again.