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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Most throughly for my father. Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, But, you must know, your father lost a father; To wail the title, as her mother doth. Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Told the sad story of my father's death, Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,-- Tell them, when that my mother went with child Advancement of your children, gentle lady. Was not incensed by his subtle mother Her brother is in secret come from France; That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! The unity the king thy brother made