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's by me wounded. Both our remedies But he, poor man, by your first order died, The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. And her immortal part with angels lives. But like a man he died. Cold death aside, and with the other sends The horrible conceit of death and night, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; More than his father's death, that thus hath put him Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: Stealth-Eyes installs and remains TOTALLY hidden on a computer. Only you know it is there.