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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Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Good sir, whose powers are these? Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; O heavenly powers, restore him! Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Tell me, thou unknown power,-- If all else fail, myself have power to die. Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? Insulting tyranny begins to jet Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, South from the mighty power of the king. Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! May be the devil: and the devil hath power That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Good sir, whose powers are these? For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp | But you have power in me as in a kinsman. |
The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,