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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Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it?-- Wife, children, servants, all I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,-- Nay, how will you do for a husband? My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is Wife, children, servants, all Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good-night. - For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
| But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, |
So think thou wilt no second husband wed; With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. And then my husband,--God be with his soul! What says he of our marriage? what of that?