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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Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: To fight against that bloody homicide. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; Repast them with my blood. And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, And question this most bloody piece of work From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two