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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Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, It may be death. Yet had we not determin'd he should die I say, my lord, they have deserved death. The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Than death can yield me here by my abode. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! To keep those many many bodies safe Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To muddy death. Told the sad story of my father's death, But that the dread of something after death,-- To keep those many many bodies safe Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?