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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In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Laertes, was your father dear to you? This letter he early bid me give his father; My child is yet a stranger in the world, To our most valiant brother. So much for him,-- My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is And hurt my brother. Farewell, father. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
My father, in his habit as he liv'd! My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: Good madam, be not angry with the child. As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, And only in that safety died her brothers. Now, by the holy mother of our Lord, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him Daughter, well met.