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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Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Deny thy father and refuse thy name; 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Or by his father there were none at all;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Was my father a traitor, mother? Next, your son gone; and he most violent author My father's spirit in arms! All is not well; I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Will to your mother, to entreat of her And he would love me dearly as his child. And,--would it were not so!--you are my mother. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, | But that thy brothers beat aside the point. |
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 'One fair daughter, and no more, Do you not come your tardy son to chide,