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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Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.-- And must she die for this? O, let her live, | It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:' |
Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, And yes, I have taken it myself. Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, An older and a better soldier none And if I die no soul will pity me: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; - And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
That death and nature do contend about them,