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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That they which brought me in my master's hate, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Proud can I never be of what I hate; Filthy S-L-U-T-S from H-E-L-L My life were better ended by their hate Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! More hateful to mine ear. I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Whatever I shall think. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; I hate not you for her proud arrogance. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: