Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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And so did I; well, we were born to die. And only in that safety died her brothers. Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Why I descend into this bed of death Why then, God's soldier be he! Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Your part in her you could not keep from death; Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, My father's death,-- Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Alas, alas!--Help, help! My lady's dead!--