Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Of what you promis'd me. Which by his death hath lost much majesty. This dagger hath mista'en,--for, lo, his house I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- And now I cloy me with beholding it. After the prompter, for our entrance: I have sworn't. Your worship in that sense may call him man. But age, with his stealing steps, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And so did I; well, we were born to die. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf He liv'd from all attainder of suspects. O worthiest cousin! Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd? Who, I? Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said, Of golden metal that must round my brow That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;