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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Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, - Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself?
Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way My fate cries out, O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' To stop the inundation of her tears; Easy. The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Our tears are not yet brew'd. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.