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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Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? - Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Yes,--that the king is dead. Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; Unless things mortal move them not at all,--
Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight. Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die,-- The soldiers' music and the rites of war And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!