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, And do't the speedier, that you may direct me Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; O me! this sight of death is as a bell That I may live to say "The dog is dead." His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. These dead men's tombs. An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, More hits and business than you can imagine. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.-- Dies in his own too much: that we would do, | All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- |
These dead men's tombs. Is death to any he that utters them. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.