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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To whom I will retail my conquest won, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Tell me, thou unknown power,-- Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; The last was I that felt thy tyranny: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! O heavenly powers, restore him! Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight,