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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Here's goodly gear! To countenance this horror! By underhand corrupted foul injustice,-- And that shall lend a kind of easiness That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: Is banished; and all the world to nothing I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; Our free hearts each to other. My operant powers their functions leave to do: What, art thou hurt? As much to him, else is his thanks too much. Boundless intemperance And then to have a wretched puling fool, And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Drink off this potion.--Is thy union here? These dead men's tombs.