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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And towards London do they bend their power, The last was I that felt thy tyranny: Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Is with a mighty power landed at Milford For a charm of powerful trouble, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; In general synod, take away her power; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,