Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
Fun things Image mixer TrueSpam ShakeSpam ThinkSpam

ShakeSpam

Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

.

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,

 Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. To set my brother Clarence and the king Being nothing like the noble duke my father. A ministering angel shall my sister be A care-craz'd mother to a many sons, And, sister, as the winds give benefit Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? As loath to lose him, not your father's death; 
  • And hurt my brother.
 'Where is your mother?' Than is the doating title of a mother; Of my true mother. Loath to depose the child, your brother's son--