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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This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, It is the cry of women, my good lord. That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Which you weep for. It is the cry of women, my good lord. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; To stop the inundation of her tears; I would these dewy tears were from the ground.