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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More direful hap betide that hated wretch And hate the idle pleasures of these days. In deadly hate the one against the other: Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
Whatever I shall think. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And turn you all your hatred now on me? My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, I hate it, and desire all good men's love.--