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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Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. | Tell him when that our princely father York |
More than my brother. "Ay," quoth my uncle Gloster I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother! Play something like the murder of my father To win your daughter. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; No, when my father York and Edward wept, Most of them find the prices very hard to believe, and all are totally satisfied after the first order. To give these mourning duties to your father; Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! 'Where is your mother?' Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot A brother's murder!--Pray can I not,