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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To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? It is the bloody business which informs To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!