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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Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. In deadly hate the one against the other: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.