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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Have no delight to pass away the time, full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Thy beauty hath made me effeminate 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; Thy beauty hath made me effeminate What, the fair Ophelia? Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. | I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. |
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, Sweet, so would I: Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!