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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Be part of the Greatest Democracy and Join The Land of Infinite Opportunities Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Witness my son, now in the shade of death; Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; For the ingredients of our caldron. That makes us wretched by the death of thee, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Became him like the leaving it; he died Whether they live or die. Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead O, he hath kept an evil diet long, Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death;
After the battle let George Stanley die. My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt