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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A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. And with thy bloody and invisible hand My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,