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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One nickname for her purblind son and heir, That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother! I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Play something like the murder of my father Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- The weird sisters, hand in hand, Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Against my children, brothers, and myself-- My father's spirit in arms! All is not well; Are made already mothers: by my count Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother; Her father and myself,--lawful espials,-- King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me! Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, As much to you, good sister! Whither away? Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; But by his mother was perforce withheld.
I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother! Going to find a barefoot brother out,