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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Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, How doth my lady? Is my father well? And will this brother's wager frankly play.-- You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you. | Told the sad story of my father's death, |
I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. | The curse my noble father laid on thee, |
My father's spirit in arms! All is not well; The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. One nickname for her purblind son and heir, - And I'll salute your grace of York as mother
I had my father's signet in my purse, No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. He has no children.--All my pretty ones? | Will I withal endow a child of thine; |
Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? Sister, where thou? - And be a happy mother by the deed.