Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Had I but died an hour before this chance, I think not of them: He should the bearers put to sudden death, The head and source of all your son's distemper. And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent,-- Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade - And at Stony-Stratford they do rest to-night:
Do not believe it. What torch is yond that vainly lends his light Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, Too early seen unknown, and known too late!