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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Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, Than is the doating title of a mother; Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. As birds do, mother. To wail the title, as her mother doth. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But for the sunset of my brother's son Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd Preys on the issue of his mother's body, Wife, children, servants, all Ay brother,--to our grief, as it is yours: Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, And hurt my brother. Against my children, brothers, and myself--