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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Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough As it is won with blood, lost be it so! For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-- A savageness in unreclaimed blood, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! All causes shall give way: I am in blood Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. - There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood.