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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To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Ay, sir, but 'While the grass grows'--the proverb is something Methought I had; and often did I strive Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. | He waxes desperate with imagination. |
Where is my father?
My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, But I will write again to Mantua, You break not sanctuary in seizing him. Why, my good cousin? it is good to grow. Bound with triumphant garlands will I come, To Ireland, I; our separated fortune I will, my lord; God give your grace good rest!-- Where is your son? Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. The natural gates and alleys of the body; | And break your own neck down. |
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, Unless for that he comes to be your liege,