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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I am their mother; who shall bar me from them? Because he married me before to Romeo? If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter! We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Who I myself struck down: and thence it is It were a grief so brief to part with thee: Nothing. Is it e'en so? why then, I thank you all; Were in a mask? Have you importun'd him by any means? These times of woe afford no tune to woo.-- Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.--Gentlemen, good-den: Ay, sir, what of him?