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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Lest thou increase the number of the dead; Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Compare dead happiness with living woe; I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- Witness my son, now in the shade of death; - Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Told the sad story of my father's death, Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, His means of death, his obscure burial,-- Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well!