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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my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, Than death can yield me here by my abode. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! - Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead;
Being a thing immortal as itself? Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!-- They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Rivers that died at Pomfret! despair and die! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead That in the sty of the most deadly boar And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.