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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You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth. He is within, with two right reverend fathers, My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Your mother lives a witness to his vow,-- The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you. And hast the comfort of thy children left; My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Loath to depose the child, your brother's son-- No, when my father York and Edward wept, Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Good night, mother. But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: Conceit upon her father. My child is yet a stranger in the world, Give me my father! Thy loving father, Hamlet.