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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So think thou wilt no second husband wed; Unless that husband send it me from heaven Delay this marriage for a month, a week; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, Where is your husband? She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, False to his children and his wife's allies; Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; - And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Wife, children, servants, all Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes! And sets a blister there; makes marriage-vows As I had title in thy noble husband! And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: