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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How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Conscience is but a word that cowards use, The manner and the purpose of his treasons; And I for comfort have but one false glass, I am not treacherous. The envious slanders of her false accusers; Win us with honest trifles, to betray's That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, For false forswearing, and for murder too: Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Conscience is but a word that cowards use, I never was nor never will be false.