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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Richard of York! how fares our loving brother? Let his queen mother all alone entreat him I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!-- And, I warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: | Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,-- |
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Was that my father that went hence so fast? Your brother's son shall never reign our king; Play something like the murder of my father The only son of your great enemy. No, when my father York and Edward wept, Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. Long kept in Britagne at our mother's cost? My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
So fast they follow:--your sister's drown'd, Laertes. Farewell, dear mother. 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; More Pleasure for you, More pleasure for her!