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 true-love passion: therefore pardon me;
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.-- And she as much in love, her means much less Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: Mad for thy love? Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. I am his brother, and I love him well. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, And then return lamenting to my love.-- Nature is fine in love; and where 'tis fine, Why, madam, have I off'red love for this, She will not stay the siege of loving terms Thy loving father, Hamlet. Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,-- Not that I think you did not love your father; Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Loves for his own ends, not for you. Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, I am his brother, and I love him well.