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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Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, How can we aid you with our kindred tears? O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Why, let the strucken deer go weep, With open outcry, toward our monument.
Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, It is the cry of women, my good lord. Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!