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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May fright the hopeful mother at the view; An if they live, I hope I need not fear.
Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand! I prophesy the fearfull'st time to thee I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance: Which the dark night hath so discovered. The fear of that holds off my present aid. Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear: Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Almost to jelly with the act of fear, I fear our happiness is at the height. What, frighted with false fire! And prophesying, with accents terrible, Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so: No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Together with the terror of the place,--