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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And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Industrious soldiership. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And the rank poison of the old will die. To keep those many many bodies safe - And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. She should have died hereafter; 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,