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 Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, What sights of ugly death within my eyes! My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt That do conspire my death with devilish plots The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! Do I live dead that live to tell it now. And must she die for this? O, let her live, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies Under the moon, can save the thing from death Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! - Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
$30,000 to Go to School in Hawaii That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death