Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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And I for comfort have but one false glass, Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, If thou speak'st false, False face must hide what the false heart doth know. And I for comfort have but one false glass, And I for comfort have but one false glass, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Clarence is come,--false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,--
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;--
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments! That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! False to his children and his wife's allies; How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;