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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Why, let the strucken deer go weep, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Wherefore was that cry? Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? The people in the street cry Romeo, I cry thee mercy then; for I did think Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!"