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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You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you. Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred My life were better ended by their hate Live each of you the subjects to his hate, Simple to install! Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; My life were better ended by their hate O, no! alas, I rather hate myself Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; Whatever I shall think. Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof More hateful to mine ear. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. To take her in her heart's extremest hate; Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred I hate not you for her proud arrogance. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:--