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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Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? The last was I that felt thy tyranny: This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, We learn no other but the confident tyrant Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up - The greatest strength and power that he can make,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; A greater power than we can contradict When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, But you have power in me as in a kinsman. Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;