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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And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken All this divided York and Lancaster, Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear: There is no world without Verona walls, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. To prick the sides of my intent, but only With this regard, their currents turn awry, Our duties did his welcome pay. | To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, |
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Winner and loser? What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.--