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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A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Clarence is come,--false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,--
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;--
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments! Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, Have at thee, coward! Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; If thou speak'st false, Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. Who spake aloud, 'What scourge for perjury I fear me both are false. At no time broke my faith; would not betray False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish. Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!