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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Good sir, whose powers are these? Hold, Tybalt!--good Mercutio!-- To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; And bid my lord, for joy of this good news, Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes: The urging of that word judgment hath bred a kind of remorse in I know him now. Good God, betimes remove No less importing than our general good, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; My good lord,-- Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen; But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know; Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Hold, Tybalt!--good Mercutio!-- Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me,-- Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; But to the earth some special good doth give; You are a good chorus, my lord.