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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O, speak to me no more; That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Then yield thee, coward, How is't, my soul? let's talk,--it is not day. The seal I keep; and so betide to me The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Too late he died that might have kept that title, As it hath us'd to do,--that I have found A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, Repast them with my blood. O lamentable day! And drop into the rotten mouth of death. To make the blessed period of this peace. Ah, ha!--Come, some music! Come, the recorders!-- As Phaeton would whip you to the west How now, sweet queen!