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.
.
The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, I thought my mother and my brother York The unity the king thy brother made | Let his queen mother all alone entreat him |
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice A ministering angel shall my sister be Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: And,--would it were not so!--you are my mother. To part the queen's proud kindred from the Prince. Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Good night, mother. Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? I started undressing her young firm body, her firm tits invited my hands to touch and squeeze. I ran my hands down her ho t body, down to her tight little snatch. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. This letter he early bid me give his father;