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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Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, And steal immortal blessing from her lips; After the battle let George Stanley die. Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, That I may live to say "The dog is dead." And for his death no wind shall breathe; Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Which I have told thee, of my father's death: Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.