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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Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. The unity the king thy brother made Younger than she are happy mothers made. Now, by the holy mother of our Lord, Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Was my father a traitor, mother? Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; Was not incensed by his subtle mother Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb! They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. And so have I a noble father lost;