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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The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd, Is my dear son with such sour company: He for his father's sake so loves the prince Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter. And he would love me dearly as his child. Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! I must be married to my brother's daughter, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. The slave of nature and the son of hell! And I will send you to my brother Gloster, Why in that rawness left you wife and child,-- A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound, I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, 'One fair daughter, and no more, And there the little souls of Edward's children