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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Anointed let me be with deadly venom, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! | Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; |
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: And his commission to employ those soldiers, Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, To catch my death with jauncing up and down! And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! As loath to lose him, not your father's death; You need something that fits your needs, budget, and schedule. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt