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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She hath had too much wrong; and I repent Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- | And then it started, like a guilty thing |
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; Put not another sin upon my head Who, then, shall blame His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt By cock, they are to blame. That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, The taints and blames I laid upon myself, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword The sin of my ingratitude even now Which after-hours gives leisure to repent. Give me my sin again. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. As blameful as the executioner? O, yet I do repent me of my fury,