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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Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing Or let me die, to look on death no more! Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; I will not be afraid of death and bane, At least we'll die with harness on our back. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths I would not wish them to a fairer death: Why I descend into this bed of death In the dead vast and middle of the night, I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I would not wish them to a fairer death: A thing like death to chide away this shame, But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,