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 love! O life!--not life, but love in death! Thou talk'st of nothing. More potent than the first. - Dying or ere they sicken.
- Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: - Of the young prince your son: send straight for him;
To pray for them that have done scathe to us! My father, in his habit as he liv'd! He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, We beg your hearing patiently. My lord,-- | Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. |
Stand all apart--Cousin of Buckingham,-- Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, Young York he is but boot, because both they