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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- The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, For in that sin he is as deep as I. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, For I repent me that the duke is slain. The king mine uncle is to blame for this: That ever yet this land was guilty of. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, For it must seem their guilt. Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs. Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- Within the guilty closure of thy walls For in that sin he is as deep as I. As in their birth,--wherein they are not guilty, That you shall all repent the loss of mine: