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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As one that had been studied in his death, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Why I descend into this bed of death The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight. The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, | Why I descend into this bed of death |