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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Such love must needs be treason in my breast: - God keep me from false friends! but they were none.
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Her husband, knave:--wouldst thou betray me? I fear me both are false. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; The envious slanders of her false accusers; If thou speak'st false, False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Have at thee, coward! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who spake aloud, 'What scourge for perjury - Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.