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 cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" My fate cries out, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, I do beweep to many simple gulls; - Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Why, let the strucken deer go weep, No, coz, I rather weep. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: