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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By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes The bleeding witness of her hatred by; The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. - Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
With blood of thine already. A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour So bloodily hast struck? Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- The secret'st man of blood.--What is the night? Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: