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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That way the noise is.--Tyrant, show thy face! His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- If all else fail, myself have power to die. Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; My operant powers their functions leave to do: To whom I will retail my conquest won, Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, A greater power than we can contradict So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed;