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 sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, | But mine own safeties:--you may be rightly just, |
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Ay, very well, my lord. Were to incense the boar to follow us, Here in this city visiting the sick, When the devout religion of mine eye The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, You mock me, sir. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours: for my part, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: their beds. Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world. On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?-- Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my Go, waken Juliet; go and trim her up; 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, All my smooth body. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: Hail!