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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Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; My most dear lord! To alter favor ever is to fear: | Your leave and favour to return to France; |
I will not be afraid of death and bane, So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend It is most retrograde to our desire: I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Yet know, whe'er you accept our suit or no, Since nature cannot choose his origin,-- | Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!-- |
Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand I thank your lordship, t'is very hot. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit So excellent a king; that was, to this,