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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And die in terror of thy guiltiness! So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Put not another sin upon my head Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; The taints and blames I laid upon myself, That you shall all repent the loss of mine: The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, That you shall all repent the loss of mine: Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin For it must seem their guilt. Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, And die in terror of thy guiltiness! - The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! That you shall all repent the loss of mine: Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. That you shall all repent the loss of mine: