Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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- I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
- From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: No, no, he is dead, 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? Became him like the leaving it; he died And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,-- MR. CHIENCHEN YU changed his numbers and addresses: and was no where to be found on our getting to Taiwan. Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. A thing like death to chide away this shame, Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance