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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This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw His means of death, his obscure burial,-- Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Misconster us in him, and wail his death. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, - To make me die with a restorative.
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?