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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When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; [To KING RICHARD.] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts; Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! With blood of thine already. To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.