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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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; - Her husband, knave:--wouldst thou betray me?
Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, God keep me from false friends! but they were none. Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
By false intelligence or wrong surmise, Young fry of treachery! O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-- Confound your hidden falsehood, and award How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Her husband, knave:--wouldst thou betray me? Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: The manner and the purpose of his treasons; Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, What, frighted with false fire!