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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Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death:
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh! As it is won with blood, lost be it so! When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd To fight against that bloody homicide. Even of your mettle, of your very blood; With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Who made thee, then, a bloody minister Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; And question this most bloody piece of work To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. - One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
Bleed, bleed, poor country! With blood of thine already. Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,