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's why there's How to Give Her Absolute Pleasure: Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw And the rank poison of the old will die. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, And look on death itself! up, up, and see Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, Give, me superfluous death. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.-- 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death; And if I die no soul will pity me: