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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Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! Told the sad story of my father's death, Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse