Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! Your children were vexation to your youth; Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd, And for my sister, and her princely sons, My princely father, then had wars in France Play something like the murder of my father He has no children.--All my pretty ones? My father as he slept, I had done't.--My husband! As much to you, good sister! Whither away? Loath to depose the child, your brother's son--
'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; If it assume my noble father's person, Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: Where is my mother?--why, she is within; Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Farewell, dear father.