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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I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Sport and repose lock from me day and night! For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, This presence knows, and you must needs have heard, A damned saint, an honourable villain!-- Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, O my prophetic soul! | That they do know my son, come you more nearer |
He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, | Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. |
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,