Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Here comes your father: tell him so yourself, I thought my mother and my brother York Your brother's son shall never reign our king; The serpent that did sting thy father's life Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! Like a good child and a true gentleman. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb The weird sisters, hand in hand, Mother, good-night.--Indeed, this counsellor He has kill'd me, mother: Your brother's son shall never reign our king; To make amends I'll give it to your daughter. Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,