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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That I am guiltless of your father's death, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Soldiers, sir. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Had you such leisure in the time of death After the battle let George Stanley die. The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death;