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 spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? And I'll salute your grace of York as mother Unto his princely brother presently? Thy loving father, Hamlet. That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Are made already mothers: by my count Good night, mother. The only son of your great enemy. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; I stay too long:--but here my father comes. That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Thy mother's name is ominous to children. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy faults, Or by his father there were none at all; But in battalions! First, her father slain: