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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Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; For food and diet, to some enterprise My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt His venom tooth will rankle to the death: For the ingredients of our caldron. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. If he were dead, what would betide on me? But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Their drenched natures lie as in a death, *Easily automate recurring tasks on your computer Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.