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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A kind good-night to all! Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good. - As I intend more good to you and yours
You are a good chorus, my lord. They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so I thank you, good my lord;--and thank you all. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give, Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; And brief, good mother; for I am in haste. With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Good morrow, noble sir! Thou still hast been the father of good news. Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, Thy garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, She was too good for me:--but, as I said, It is the cry of women, my good lord. They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell.