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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Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, New Weekly Episodes! Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Not body's death, but body's banishment. Is by a forged process of my death But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, Exposing what is mortal and unsure And I, in such a desperate bay of death, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, | Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die,-- |
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Became him like the leaving it; he died He cannot live, I hope; and must not die This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,