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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That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor. Must lave our honors in these flattering streams; Were never orphans had so dear a loss! And where care lodges sleep will never lie; Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, No, my good lord; but, as you did command, What is't, my lord? we will. To one of woman born. That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. Your worship in that sense may call him man. I must be married to my brother's daughter, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out Everyone that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? Nor thine on me! So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? O my accursed womb, the bed of death! It should not stand in thy posterity; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. The harvest is your own. thirty years.