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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Her father and myself,--lawful espials,-- What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd | I will be brief:--your noble son is mad: |
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- But by his mother was perforce withheld. Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Loath to depose the child, your brother's son-- Thy mother's name is ominous to children. | My father is not dead, for all your saying. |
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Had grac'd the tender temples of my child;