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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Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; But you have power in me as in a kinsman. No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Good sir, whose powers are these? His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. And yet I would not sleep:--merciful powers, And part in just proportion our small power.-- The last was I that felt thy tyranny: | 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: |
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, O heavenly powers, restore him! With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, | From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, |