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. The horrible conceit of death and night, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, For now they kill me with a living death. - Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!--
Unless things mortal move them not at all,-- He is dead and gone; I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Sir, in this audience, Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, And his commission to employ those soldiers, There simply isn't a better investment with a faster return and so big. What sights of ugly death within my eyes!