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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- thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.--
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now; Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty And hitherto doth love on fortune tend: Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Say on, my loving lord. But my true love is grown to such excess, As woman's love. Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! I am his brother, and I love him well.