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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Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Cool it with a baboon's blood, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd To fight against that bloody homicide. Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;--