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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Giving to you no further personal power You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet South from the mighty power of the king. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; And part in just proportion our small power.-- Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- Good sir, whose powers are these? To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Poison hath residence, and medicine power: This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, The tyrannous and bloody act is done,--