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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My wife kill'd too? He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, So think thou wilt no second husband wed; Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; My husband lost his life to get the crown; BARELY18 You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, My fingers itch.--Wife, we scarce thought us bles'd | So think thou wilt no second husband wed; |
So say we too, but not by Edward's wife; I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. And when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;