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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| For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. |
The people in the street cry Romeo, Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength I do beweep to many simple gulls; My fate cries out, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, No Trader Can Be Without These Rules!!!! O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Weep our sad bosoms empty. Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; The people in the street cry Romeo, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd;