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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Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- O me! this sight of death is as a bell Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Than death can yield me here by my abode. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? That I may live to say "The dog is dead." Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- That in the sty of the most deadly boar Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.-- 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' Industrious soldiership. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- - Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death