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 he should weep for her? What would he do, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, - choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Which you weep for. That he should weep for her? What would he do, O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; To cry, "Hold, hold!" The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' I do beweep to many simple gulls; They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way