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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But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Come you to make confession to this father? Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-- My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? A husband and a son thou ow'st to me,-- A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, Was that my father that went hence so fast? That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, He has no children.--All my pretty ones? And hast the comfort of thy children left; Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Thou still hast been the father of good news. My lord, the king your father. I thought my mother and my brother York I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Ah, good father, Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower: