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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How that the guilty kindred of the queen And die in terror of thy guiltiness! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. For in that sin he is as deep as I. That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-- The sin of my ingratitude even now At the lowest price we can find! I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. Who, then, shall blame How that the guilty kindred of the queen The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; As blameful as the executioner? Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: