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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After the battle let George Stanley die. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, | Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- |
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Die in his youth by like untimely violence! Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. No, no, he is dead, Had I but time,--as this fell sergeant, death, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. | Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! |
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,