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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- Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, To do this deed will hate you for the deed. My only love sprung from my only hate! What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word My only love sprung from my only hate! Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! And turn you all your hatred now on me? Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. Proud can I never be of what I hate; Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! By doing damned hate upon thyself? My only love sprung from my only hate! To take her in her heart's extremest hate; And hate the idle pleasures of these days. My life were better ended by their hate I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Live each of you the subjects to his hate, Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!