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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As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, But for the sunset of my brother's son My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: And does blaspheme his breed?--Thy royal father And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. He has no children.--All my pretty ones? His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, The son of Duncan, Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Good father, I beseech you on my knees, 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? But even his mother shall uncharge the practice Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter;-- Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower: The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, I am too childish-foolish for this world. And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. And he would love me dearly as his child. I am their father's mother; I will see them. And so have I a noble father lost;