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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Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. To cry, "Hold, hold!" Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: We cannot without circumstance descry. I cry you mercy: - Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way We cannot without circumstance descry. How can we aid you with our kindred tears? They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" That he should weep for her? What would he do, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" | And make poor England weep in streams of blood! |