Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
.
That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: I do beweep to many simple gulls; To cry, "Hold, hold!" Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; My fate cries out, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,