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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Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? Upon his death? Wert thou not banished on pain of death? My babes were destined to a fairer death, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- More than his father's death, that thus hath put him O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- Upon his death? Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! 200 MILLION EMAIL ADDRESSES FOR ONLY $149 The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-- Much more than death; do not say banishment. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies