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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And make poor England weep in streams of blood! I am not barren to bring forth complaints: What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Thus do go about, about: And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-- But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Come, sirs. This is the matter,--Nurse, give leave awhile, Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Better it were they all came by his father, I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, From off the battlements of yonder tower; God grant him health! Did you confer with him? That, open'd, lies within our remedy.