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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Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward. Such love must needs be treason in my breast: A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; Young fry of treachery! Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! 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! Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, I never was nor never will be false. At no time broke my faith; would not betray O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-- Young fry of treachery! A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Who spake aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Conscience is but a word that cowards use, False face must hide what the false heart doth know. The manner and the purpose of his treasons; Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,