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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How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: Strange images of death. As thick as hail Lest thou increase the number of the dead; That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? Anointed let me be with deadly venom, The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, That I am guiltless of your father's death, Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Had I but time,--as this fell sergeant, death, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. O me! this sight of death is as a bell O wretched state! O bosom black as death! And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Their drenched natures lie as in a death, O, I die, Horatio; Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,--