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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| Making night hideous, and we fools of nature |
Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance: I fear no uncles dead. For we will fetters put upon this fear, For exile hath more terror in his look, Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, That lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam wood Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear. Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark That lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam wood Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Have stuck more terror to the soul of Richard More light and light,--more dark and dark our woes! How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so: Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?