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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Dead for a ducat, dead! And for his death no wind shall breathe; For now they kill me with a living death. Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, The least a death to nature. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Compare dead happiness with living woe; Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, An older and a better soldier none But like a man he died. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, And fearfully did menace me with death Dead for a ducat, dead! Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death