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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When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; In general synod, take away her power; May be the devil: and the devil hath power 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: For a charm of powerful trouble, Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. If we be conquered, let men conquer us, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. O heavenly powers, restore him! From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: