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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The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. Why I descend into this bed of death At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!-- Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Witness my son, now in the shade of death; The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Anointed let me be with deadly venom, | Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him |