Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Bade me rely on him as on my father, Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb! But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Of what degree soever, with your brother. - Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
False to his children and his wife's allies; I am thy father's spirit; Where is my mother?--why, she is within;
I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- A sister driven into desperate terms,-- Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,