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, Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! As I intend to prosper and repent! I now repent I told the pursuivant, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. | The sin of my ingratitude even now |
Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, By cock, they are to blame. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. That I am guiltless of your father's death, And then it started, like a guilty thing I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so, | Yet what can it when one cannot repent? |
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- Stop up the access and passage to remorse, How that the guilty kindred of the queen You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.