Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
. I'll warrant you: Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; Nay, I know not: is it the king? That patient merit of the unworthy takes, Then saw you not his face?
|And give him from me this most needful note.|
Not half so big as a round little worm Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge; Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, And still, as you are weary of this weight, Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? No less in truth than life: my first false speaking Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? God pardon them that are the cause thereof! The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence More is thy due than more than all can pay. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made 'Tis more than we deserve or I expect. That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. When he had done, some followers of mine own, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!