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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What speech, my lord? If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Than to entreaty. Do thou but call my resolution wise, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He's worth more sorrow, Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! And that the lean abhorred monster keeps No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; How is't, Laertes? In drops of sorrow.--Sons, kinsmen, thanes, If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: Or rather say, the cause of this defect, If I did take the kingdom from your sons, When I am cold in love to you or yours. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, Of what you promis'd me.