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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The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, In general synod, take away her power; Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; The greatest strength and power that he can make, That lend a tyrannous and a damned light Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, O heavenly powers, restore him!
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, What does the tyrant? Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been