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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Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.-- That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, Which are the children of an idle brain, Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, But I hear no; they say my son of York Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd And all my children? But, you must know, your father lost a father; His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, And said "Dear brother, live, and be a king"? Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.