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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Strange images of death. As thick as hail Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- And for his death no wind shall breathe; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! Be not so long to speak; I long to die, What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: