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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Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn I had my father's signet in my purse, Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy faults, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My father,--methinks I see my father. With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, If thou didst ever thy dear father love-- And said "Dear brother, live, and be a king"? But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, Tell me, how fares our loving mother? A husband and a son thou ow'st to me,-- Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,