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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Therefore, dear mother,--I must call you so,-- My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, The son of Clarence have I pent up close; But for my brother not a man would speak,-- I am his brother, and I love him well. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, To show yourself your father's son in deed I am his brother, and I love him well. That stir the king against the duke my brother. Conceit upon her father. And, sister, as the winds give benefit Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven,