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 tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death O me! this sight of death is as a bell Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, He is dead and gone; What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! [To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die.