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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The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; But that the dread of something after death,-- Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Richard the Second here was hack'd to death: The imminent death of twenty thousand men And turn'd that black word death to banishment: He should the bearers put to sudden death, | Their course of love, the tidings of her death: |
And for his death no wind shall breathe; But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,