Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. The taints and blames I laid upon myself, I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs. The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd That ever yet this land was guilty of. O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Stop up the access and passage to remorse,