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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The curse my noble father laid on thee, Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Of my true mother. And all my children? To kill their gracious father? damned fact! thou do for a father? What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. He should espouse Elizabeth her daughter. And I'll salute your grace of York as mother The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate But that thy brothers beat aside the point. This letter he early bid me give his father; Is my dear son with such sour company: On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Sister, where thou? I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- To our most valiant brother. So much for him,-- Now, by the holy mother of our Lord, A ministering angel shall my sister be At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: