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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Your children shall be kings. Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! And here receive we from our father Stanley How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. | Come you to make confession to this father? |
And, in my company, my brother Gloster; Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, I am too childish-foolish for this world. Concealing it is simply so no one can SEE there is money in the envelope and steal it before it gets to you. Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, And I will send you to my brother Gloster, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Where is my father? Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,