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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Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? That would reduce these bloody days again, The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Excitements of my reason and my blood, Who made thee, then, a bloody minister This is the site you have heard about. Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,