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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O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: That way the noise is.--Tyrant, show thy face! Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. The last was I that felt thy tyranny: What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?