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 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-- How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! The envious slanders of her false accusers; Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: Such love must needs be treason in my breast: A dagger of the mind, a false creation, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! God keep you from them and from such false friends! Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes,
Young fry of treachery! Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: The envious slanders of her false accusers; A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, That treason can but peep to what it would, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?' Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,