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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To make me die with a restorative. Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Told the sad story of my father's death, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Told the sad story of my father's death, My father's death,-- And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! O my accursed womb, the bed of death! O me! this sight of death is as a bell | As seen on Around the World! |
O, he hath kept an evil diet long, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, This day those enernies are put to death, Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Dead for a ducat, dead!