Oyonale - Créations 3D et expériences graphiques
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O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Weep our sad bosoms empty. I cry you mercy: Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, We cannot without circumstance descry.