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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To thee I do commend my watchful soul And for your rapier most especially, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Before I positively speak in this: Long kept in Britagne at our mother's cost? When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, With Romeo till I behold him--dead-- This warlike volley. Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off; Do thou but close our hands with holy words, If not to bless us and the land withal, As much to him, else is his thanks too much. The King my father! Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? The apparition comes: I knew your father; This is as't should be.--Let me see the county; Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong yourself. Faith, none but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace This is mere madness: - Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. And so I do commend you to their backs.