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 I'll salute your grace of York as mother Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. But I hear no; they say my son of York Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence!
Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, He has kill'd me, mother: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Not so with my mother! He has kill'd me, mother: Of my true mother. What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers, Told the sad story of my father's death, Was never mother had so dear a loss! Of what degree soever, with your brother. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. If thou didst ever thy dear father love--