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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Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Get anyone's address with just a name! Say on, my loving lord. As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? My true-love passion: therefore pardon me; Out of her favour where I am in love. Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. Not that I think you did not love your father; Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: From whence himself does fly? He loves us not: And therefore,--since I cannot prove a lover, I lov'd your father, and we love ourself; Sprung from neglected love.--How now, Ophelia! | That had a heart to love, and in that heart |
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, Mad for thy love? Loves for his own ends, not for you. I am his brother, and I love him well. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. I do receive your offer'd love like love,