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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'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; - That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die,
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