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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For I repent me that the duke is slain. And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd Which after-hours gives leisure to repent. I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Within the guilty closure of thy walls The king mine uncle is to blame for this: The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd [To KING RICHARD.] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. The sin of my ingratitude even now As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, Try what repentance can: what can it not? Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin For in that sin he is as deep as I. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.