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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| That treason can but peep to what it would, |
Such love must needs be treason in my breast: Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. And I for comfort have but one false glass, The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's Treason! treason! Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; The envious slanders of her false accusers; Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish. Treason! treason! Young fry of treachery! Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.