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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- But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
| Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! |
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, And so did I; well, we were born to die. I would they were, that I might die at once; And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death