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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Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, For the ingredients of our caldron. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, That unsubstantial death is amorous; Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death Is mortals' chiefest enemy. For now they kill me with a living death. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. If he were dead, what would betide on me? That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two:
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? To threaten me with death is most unlawful. immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.-- That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Cold death aside, and with the other sends Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: