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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You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. That ever yet this land was guilty of. Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,