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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Was not like madness. There's something in his soul But that this folly douts it. And makes as healthful music: it is not madness Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, This mad young man. But so much was our love To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; This is mere madness: Mad let us grant him then: and now remains His flight was madness: when our actions do not, His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Mad call I it; for to define true madness, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, But that this folly douts it. To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; Mad let us grant him then: and now remains