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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It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:' The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Their drenched natures lie as in a death, James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. What sights of ugly death within my eyes! Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. As loath to lose him, not your father's death;