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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Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw | Or thinking by our late dear brother's death |
O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- | And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! |
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Then he is dead? Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Cold death aside, and with the other sends To keep those many many bodies safe Richard the Second here was hack'd to death: Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; You Can Run It From Home...Or From Anywhere With A Telephone Connection