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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And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so: And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, So full of dismal terror was the time! Most like:--it harrows me with fear and wonder. So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. O, fear me not. And do not interrupt me in my course. And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What thou art promis'd; yet do I fear thy nature; That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance: Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Which the dark night hath so discovered. | What fear is this which startles in our ears? |
And prophesying, with accents terrible, Environed with all these hideous fears? It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. What, do I fear myself? there's none else by: