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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Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. Click Here to Apply Online How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? I would these dewy tears were from the ground. The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- May sweep to my revenge. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Wherefore was that cry? - Our tears are not yet brew'd.
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.