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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Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, | I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders |
Could to no issue of true honour bring. | I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: |
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!-- Which of you have done this? My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Of these known evils but to give me leave, Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch Are they not now upon the western shore, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Hover about me with your airy wings More than my brother. "Ay," quoth my uncle Gloster Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull:-- Yes, faith, heartily. And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,--