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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He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance:-- No, why?--When he that is my husband now Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. This diamond he greets your wife withal, How does my wife? Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, As I had title in thy noble husband! No, why?--When he that is my husband now What says he of our marriage? what of that? Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-- Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. Hate your job? My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. | My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. |
There stays a husband to make you a wife: With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Unless that husband send it me from heaven