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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Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul | And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, |
A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, And in a bloody battle end thy days! Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: And make poor England weep in streams of blood! have had so much blood in him? With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: