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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The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further: With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold: Fetch me my rapier, boy:--what, dares the slave I dare abide no longer. Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder; In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. I'll make so bold to call. For brave Macbeth,--well he deserves that name,-- Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; Who dares receive it other, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, For goodness dare not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs,