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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To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. My father is not dead, for all your saying. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, O me! this sight of death is as a bell To muddy death. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: O wretched state! O bosom black as death! That Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die: And I, of ladies most deject and wretched Told the sad story of my father's death, At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!-- And steal immortal blessing from her lips; And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death I have over $250,000 in judgments I am collecting on now. Industrious soldiership. Too late he died that might have kept that title, Than death can yield me here by my abode. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And only in that safety died her brothers. Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!--