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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Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. The sin of my ingratitude even now O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- She hath had too much wrong; and I repent [To KING RICHARD.] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Which after-hours gives leisure to repent. As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, As I intend to prosper and repent! The king mine uncle is to blame for this: That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; The taints and blames I laid upon myself, That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword