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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The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And dangerous success of bloody wars, To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; As it is won with blood, lost be it so! My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, With blood remov'd but little from her own? To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,-- Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, Even of your mettle, of your very blood; Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd O bloody Richard!--miserable England! Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; They bleed on both sides.--How is it, my lord? Which smok'd with bloody execution, Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: