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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And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Who, then, shall blame Put not another sin upon my head You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. And then it started, like a guilty thing Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. For in that sin he is as deep as I. - Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs.
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- Within the guilty closure of thy walls The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.