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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O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
The sin of my ingratitude even now That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- | Within the guilty closure of thy walls |
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
She hath had too much wrong; and I repent Try what repentance can: what can it not? Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, For it must seem their guilt. As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- Yet what can it when one cannot repent? With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword As I intend to prosper and repent! Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, As blameful as the executioner?