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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When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Excitements of my reason and my blood, Excitements of my reason and my blood, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh! To ears of flesh and blood.--List, list, O, list!-- Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands