Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Good my lord! Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. I'll to the king and signify to him Send out a pursuivant-at-arms Have you importun'd him by any means? This is not Romeo, he's some other where. What, have you given him any hard words of late? Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man Too terrible for the ear: the time has been, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good-night. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. I have no joy of this contract to-night; Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing Under the moon, can save the thing from death Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.