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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Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like, It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Who told me, when we both lay in the field O, I could play the woman with mine eye, Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Hover about her; say that right for right And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? And I, for winking at your discords too, In your embowell'd bosoms,--this foul swine That I am guiltless of your father's death, Driving back shadows over lowering hills: And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,-- Ay, and much more: but I was born so high,