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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O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! | Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? |
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Dies in his own too much: that we would do, Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, To make me die with a restorative. Too late he died that might have kept that title, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, That's by me wounded. Both our remedies Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, With one that saw him die: who did report, - Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies,