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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As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder He never gave commandment for their death. The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, And her immortal part with angels lives. Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw And her immortal part with angels lives. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-- Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. Or, like obedient subjects, follow him Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, O momentary grace of mortal men,