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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And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? As birds do, mother. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The apparition comes: I knew your father; This letter he early bid me give his father; Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven, Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Why in that rawness left you wife and child,-- The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. But by his mother was perforce withheld. This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; A beggar, brother?