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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Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. How dost thou feel thyself now? Between the pass and fell incensed points What wouldst thou have, Laertes? So you shall; Hereafter time, for time past wronged by thee. | Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- |
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up. My lord? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, Purpose is but the slave to memory; Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; He's worth no more: Moreover that we much did long to see you, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. Ready to catch each other by the throat,