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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No, so God help me, they spake not a word; And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Forgetting any other home but this. Hold, Tybalt!--good Mercutio!-- And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, Beshrew your heart for sending me about What is the cause, Laertes, Than pity for mischance! Loath to depose the child, your brother's son-- Call, good Mercutio. Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? I fear no uncles dead. Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. I will not dine until I see the same.-- Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Sleep rock thy brain, 'Thus didest thou.' Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? And fall upon the ground, as I do now, And not where I had aim'd them. Some patient leisure to excuse myself. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable