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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For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Repast them with my blood. I have no more sons of the royal blood The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled But since, so jump upon this bloody question, Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. | Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough |
The nearer bloody. On pain of torture, from those bloody hands That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, To bear this tidings to the bloody king:-- From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! | That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; |
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave