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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Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, In deadly hate the one against the other: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My life were better ended by their hate Proud can I never be of what I hate; To do this deed will hate you for the deed. It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, And hate the idle pleasures of these days. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, | As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: |
| My only love sprung from my only hate! |
To do this deed will hate you for the deed. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; My life were better ended by their hate Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; For hateful deeds committed by myself! It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Can lesser hide his love or hate than he;