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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Yet had we not determin'd he should die Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, We should profane the service of the dead Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- The horrible conceit of death and night, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- For now they kill me with a living death. Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!-- Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, $ Thousands and thousands of Federal, state, Private Foundations, non profitagencies and scholarship Programs. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Upon his death? Sirrah, your father's dead;
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice The readiest way to make the wench amends