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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Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. A business, which is your ticket to freedom from others telling you what to do. - This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death,
And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. The tears have got small victory by that; The people in the street cry Romeo, You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!