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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It is the cry of women, my good lord. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, To stop the inundation of her tears; You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. We cannot without circumstance descry.
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. | The tears have got small victory by that; |
Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time.