Oyonale - Créations 3D et expériences graphiques
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My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold: My father Capulet will have it so; Or by his father there were none at all; I was getting bigger every year. The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? The only son of your great enemy. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the title, as her mother doth. Farewell, dear mother. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? Was never mother had so dear a loss! They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. Brother, good day: what means this armed guard Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? Antony Woodville, her brother there,