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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Before my daughter told me,-- what might you, Requite him for your father. But in battalions! First, her father slain: How doth the prince, and my young son of York? Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; But that myself should be the root and father Androsten-one: Human Phero-mone How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Which I have told thee, of my father's death: Advancement of your children, gentle lady. O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- His son was but a ward two years ago. But by his mother was perforce withheld. (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters: Ay, mother; but I would not have it so. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous Wife, children, servants, all Which but their children's end naught could remove,