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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Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- For a charm of powerful trouble, And towards London do they bend their power, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors And part in just proportion our small power.-- Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, That lend a tyrannous and a damned light As my great power thereof may give thee sense, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Here may you see the tyrant. And yet I would not sleep:--merciful powers, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight,