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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That had he Duncan's sons under his key,-- - The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
And reason coldly of your grievances, Sirrah, your father's dead; Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through - And when I have my meed, I will away;
Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow The queen, the courtiers: who is that they follow? Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Ay, but their sense is shut. Slander myself as false to Edward's bed; That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, No, by no means. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, I shall return before your lordship thence. Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? How now! What noise is that? He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Thy beauty hath made me effeminate O brother Montague, give me thy hand: