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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Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. The table round.--There's blood upon thy face. She swoons to see them bleed. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, The nearer bloody. Who made thee, then, a bloody minister And question this most bloody piece of work To ears of flesh and blood.--List, list, O, list!-- Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;