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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Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
South from the mighty power of the king. Will conquer him!--awake, and win the day! And yet I would not sleep:--merciful powers, Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, Good sir, whose powers are these? Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, What does the tyrant? Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,