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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Your brother's son shall never reign our king; Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; One nickname for her purblind son and heir, But in battalions! First, her father slain: Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Before my daughter told me,-- what might you, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him As of a father: for let the world take note - For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:
Tell them, when that my mother went with child | No, when my father York and Edward wept, |
O me, O me!--my child, my only life! To kill their gracious father? damned fact! There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,