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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Shot from the deadly level of a gun, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; But didst thou see them dead? O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. | At least we'll die with harness on our back. |
If all else fail, myself have power to die. Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,