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 ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, Bleed, bleed, poor country! You will protect all your treasured memories by saving them into a digital format. For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, have had so much blood in him? My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; As it is won with blood, lost be it so! Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, She swoons to see them bleed. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood. Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, So bloodily hast struck?