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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Prove me, my gracious lord. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Come like shadows, so depart! Singeing his pate against the burning zone, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve We cannot get from him. When living light should kiss it? O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-- Up, sir, go with me; Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? No, to White Friars; there attend my coming. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend! His beard was as white as snow, Upon a rapier's point:--stay, Tybalt, stay!-- He is all the mother's, from the top to toe. Attend his majesty! My lord, I have remembrances of yours The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:-- - That almost freezes up the heat of life: