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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Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, In general synod, take away her power; Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Insulting tyranny begins to jet No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, If we be conquered, let men conquer us,