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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Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age; And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell Is often laudable; to do good sometime Stay, I will go with you. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; You say that Edward is your brother's son: And sleep in spite of thunder.--What is this, O brother Montague, give me thy hand: And yet not proud:--mistress minion, you, To lay one in, another out to have. How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. |
Shall raise such artificial sprites, But, soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Up With my tent! Here will I lie to-night; But I will write again to Mantua, My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. So, when he opens his purse to give us our reward, Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction: And when we have our naked frailties hid, What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look