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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Who spake aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Her husband, knave:--wouldst thou betray me? Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; God keep me from false friends! but they were none. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: Then yield thee, coward, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Then yield thee, coward, Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward. Thou canst not then be false to any man. To warn false traitors from the like attempts. Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: