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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Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! O, he hath kept an evil diet long, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- And turn'd that black word death to banishment: That ever I should live to see thee dead! My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. When thou shalt tell the process of their death. The readiest way to make the wench amends Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, She should have died hereafter; 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; Told the sad story of my father's death, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me And her immortal part with angels lives. In deadly hate the one against the other: At least we'll die with harness on our back. And I Will stand the hazard of the die: - His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.