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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| Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- |
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Yet what can it when one cannot repent? How that the guilty kindred of the queen And then it started, like a guilty thing For I repent me that the duke is slain. And die in terror of thy guiltiness! And then it started, like a guilty thing My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness As blameful as the executioner? That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- For I repent me that the duke is slain. Within the guilty closure of thy walls With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword The taints and blames I laid upon myself, | You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. |
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, Yet what can it when one cannot repent? The taints and blames I laid upon myself,