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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And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd In second husband let me be accurst! | The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, |
I did not kill your husband. With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. With thy embracements to my wife's allies, O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? How does my wife? And then my husband,--God be with his soul! Ah for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward! And when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
This diamond he greets your wife withal, Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; | Her husband, knave:--wouldst thou betray me? |
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. A second time I kill my husband dead That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.