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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Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Are you drowning in a sea of photos stuck in your drawers? Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!-- Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, To muddy death. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; The other Edward dead to quit my Edward; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. O, farewell, honest soldier;