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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That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! In riddles and affairs of death; Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Why I descend into this bed of death That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. That are but mutes or audience to this act, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Under the moon, can save the thing from death When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. But he, poor man, by your first order died, I brought my master news of Juliet's death; That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? This day those enernies are put to death, In the dead vast and middle of the night, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.