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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But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; It may be death. Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. - Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
Soldiers, sir. Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Being a thing immortal as itself?