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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They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. But that the dread of something after death,-- When thou shalt tell the process of their death. By some vile forfeit of untimely death: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Yet had we not determin'd he should die Would create soldiers, make our women fight, More miserable by the death of him Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me More than his father's death, that thus hath put him And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Health and fitness for real men.