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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Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. Again shall you be mother to a king, False to his children and his wife's allies; Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me! A husband and a son thou ow'st to me,-- Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; - Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloster;
I thought my mother and my brother York Laertes, was your father dear to you? From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth. Will I withal endow a child of thine; They are as children but one step below, He took my father grossly, full of bread; And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,