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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Weep our sad bosoms empty. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, The tears have got small victory by that; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! The tears have got small victory by that; Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. No, coz, I rather weep. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. To stop the inundation of her tears; For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'