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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Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood And hurt my brother. What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Which but their children's end naught could remove, The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Being the right idea of your father, How can we aid you with our kindred tears? His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.-- Which I have told thee, of my father's death: The son of Clarence have I pent up close; The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, | What were I best to say? her father's brother |
She speaks much of her father; says she hears Play something like the murder of my father Was never mother had so dear a loss! Sirrah, your father's dead; Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?