Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Give me my sin again. Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. That ever yet this land was guilty of. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That ever yet this land was guilty of. O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; For it must seem their guilt. For it must seem their guilt. That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. And die in terror of thy guiltiness! These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, The king mine uncle is to blame for this: That you shall all repent the loss of mine: