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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The least a death to nature. I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- Dead. A second time I kill my husband dead | Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? |
When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: That I am guiltless of your father's death, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, He is dead and gone; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! That unsubstantial death is amorous; And the rank poison of the old will die. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice | More miserable by the death of him |
Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,