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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His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, A second time I kill my husband dead Thy tempest-tossed body.--How now, wife! He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Here is your husband, like a milldew'd ear In all which time you and your husband Grey And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: A second time I kill my husband dead I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! | With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: |
I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; Unless that husband send it me from heaven Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance:-- Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; And then my husband,--God be with his soul! Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. I have bewept a worthy husband's death, | And thou art wedded to calamity. |