Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With blood of thine already. Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- But since, so jump upon this bloody question, - With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
And in a bloody battle end thy days! Bleed, bleed, poor country!