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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Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
For God'd sake, let not us two stay at home; Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, The life of Tybalt. Non, ere the sun advance his burning eye, We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! God and your arms be prais'd, victorious friends; And that bare vowel I shall poison more Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes I have it, and soundly too.--Your houses! They had begun the play,--I sat me down; She will not stay the siege of loving terms Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, Would be her lord? or shall I say her uncle?