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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His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; To fight against that bloody homicide. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Even of your mettle, of your very blood; Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough The sleepy grooms with blood. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Repast them with my blood. Which smok'd with bloody execution, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; The secret'st man of blood.--What is the night? Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: