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 is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. Inter their bodies as becomes their births: That's by me wounded. Both our remedies 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, These dead men's tombs. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Became him like the leaving it; he died And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- Yet had we not determin'd he should die
A thing like death to chide away this shame, Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.